Feel the Merchant's Wrath
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Oliver's 'Bard's Birthday Contest * 3/27/25

‘If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh?
If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?’
~ (The Merchant of Venice, Act 3, Scene 1)
'Tis a fair merchant that I claim to be
Lowly seller of wares and grain for seed
An honest man, but if one dares cheat me
Clobbering I shall do, until they bleed
My body is off limits, so hands off
No laughter shall thee hear if I'm tickled
Nay! A frown given to thee and a scoff
With sour brine I'll throw, thee shall be pickled!
Poison me, peasant and If I'm not dead
I shall slip Romeo's drink in your ale
In your pints be wary and live with dread
For in Venice, your body shall float pale
My merchant's wrath shall be deadly, if wronged
I shall prick thee with a fork, double pronged
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2025
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