I don't know what's going on, maybe the flu has tickled my unconscious, but that damned Lear sentence is nagging me again.
Here's a new version:
The man who typed Lear
for his PhD
wanted to make his concept clear
desperately wanted the world to see
the play's the thing:
the THING, you hear?
The typewritten sheets in their ring
binder ARE my PhD!
Why oh why can't you see?
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