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O Circus, Circus, wherefore art thou Circus?
Deny thy Liam and refuse thy plaps.
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I’ll no longer be a Cyn.
‘Tis but thy plaps that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a jax_pedo.
What’s jax_pedo? It is nor hand nor foot
Nor arm nor face nor any other part
Belonging to a subject. O be some other plaps.
What’s in a plap? That which we call a rose
By any other plap would smell as sweet;
So Circus would, were he not Circus call’d,
Retain that dear femininity which he owes
Without that title. Circus, doff thy plaps,
And for that plap, which is no part of thee,
stop.