Matador, Miguel Muscato,
Fought gracefully, molto legato,
Till a bull who loathed phonies
Impaled his cojones;
Now Maestro Miguel's a castrato.

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Nightingale Norton, a Nanny,
With her charges worked wonders uncanny
For she promised they could,
If they'd really been good,
Come play with her cute little granny.

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Organist, Oswald O'Flaherty,
With the ladies achieved popularity,
For he said, "There's no flops
When I pull out all stops,
And my instrument's size is a rarity."