mario poem
No cry of "It's-a me!", nor mushroom crave
Shall e'er awake thy still, once lusty tongue.
Thou didst misjudge thy aim! And then the Knave,
He, Bowser, leapéd for'ard and pierced thy lung.
O! Mario! Thou lost the game, th'art dead!
We pray, restart the game! To us come back,
Lest Luigi, now in grief confined to bed,
Choose to mount upon us an attack!
Shall e'er awake thy still, once lusty tongue.
Thou didst misjudge thy aim! And then the Knave,
He, Bowser, leapéd for'ard and pierced thy lung.
O! Mario! Thou lost the game, th'art dead!
We pray, restart the game! To us come back,
Lest Luigi, now in grief confined to bed,
Choose to mount upon us an attack!
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