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,
but this heathen was seethin'
Oh but 93 was the score,
and what more, I am no whore!
What else can I show
to this man from Bordeaux?
Why is he not in heaven,
as all others... were 87
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