The peasant he was, poverty-stricken,
Walked along a path, twisted and narrow.
Not long after, a thought had so sudden
Struck his mind, "To the theatre I shall go!"
A stop in his steps, he started to ponder,
"From cross-dressers and traffic congestion
To plague and violence, I mustn't loiter
In such place far from a civil nation."
Men playing female roles, what scornful sight.
Many despised how blasphemous plays were.
Controversial were scripts of the playwright,
Although many frequent the theatre here.
Thus, the peasant strolled all the way back home,
Savin' a penny for things less loathsome.
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Yong's Poems and Songs
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