To touch or not to touch,
Aye, there's the rub.
As through a scanner darkly, to suffer outrageous misfortune
To have ones jewels familial fondled by a queen,
Or to stand fast, yea tall, to seize the day and cry "Enough!
Lay on once more and dread the coming of mine solicitor."
While yet another Moorish villain slinks by bent on vile mischief.
What fools these bureaucrats be.