Whatsername

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Although I wish to keep my name the same,    
by any name I still should smell as sweet,    
own ancient Helen's peerless face and frame,    
and full outfoot Will Shakespeare's fêted feet;    
my lines would yet steal Cleo's Marc away,    
trick sainted Isabella into bed,    
straight titillate Titania sans one bray,    
raise Romeo's rusted dagger from the dead;    
plus though I lacked old Willy's bent for puns,    
his playful "groaning," "country," "ass," or "hoar,"    
my perky breasts, like Mistress Overdone's,    
by husband nine would likewise hit the floor --    
forsooth, by any name I cared to don,    
my bust would loll atop the Parthenon.    
   
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