There once was a man from Bordeaux
With score envy so hot it would glow
When it arrived his email did cry
"93?! Oh Jacques, how can it be?!"
"Monsieur, I am no whore,
what more, the score is the score."
"But I did all of your shows,
and now see where it goes!"
Indeed he was there for high and for low
That heat of Bangkok and Chicago snow
Twas replete like Lafite,
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