A Qual It Tea
"Calm down," Newt said to Mitt.
"The quality of mercy is not strain'd!"
"Really," replied Mitt, "Comma on!"
"If you really believed in mercy,
you wouldn't have forced me
to divulge my tax returns!"
"Truely," said Newt. "It droppeth
as the gentle rain from heaven."
"Ah," says Al Gore, "like acid rain!"
"Or, nuclear waste run off down the Connecticut River?"
"Come over here have a cup of tea."
Ron laughs, "You, me and that I-ta-i-an."
"Little Rickie," "Really Ron," Al scowls.
"His wife isn't a red head, and he can't sing!"
*Due credit being given to The Bard.
"The Merchant of Venice", Act 4 scene 1
** 1 comma is hidden can you find it?
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