The choice of rendezvous was not mine
I had to make at least a rhyme.
The poor, old Cicero is dead
The mighty science chopped his head.
How crazy was he in his elder mind
He wasn’t stuck in words, he had to find
When science chopped his mighty hair
Why did you kill him, oh free thinker?
Find a gun in here I might not mingle
I’m a victim of fashion old Cicero had said
When science chopped his mighty head
The smell of burned powder was in the air
When science chopped his might hair
The niece was only a few feet away, and then it hit
When big old Cicero fell off his mighty feet.
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