If I could make from my cell a clone
I would not have to be all alone
My duties I could shirk
He could do all my work
I could spend all my time screwing Joan

But if he and Joan should meet
Would she find him just as sweet
I would have to be discreet
And take a back seat
While he sweeps her of her feet

Would I then be jealous of him
After all he is much more than my kin
Will Joan compare us
Or willingly share us
And decide whom to screw on a whim
(Will she call him by my eponym)

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