At Duke's gathering feast, a sight most strange,
Before Seinfeld, the jester, took the stage.
Students, like mead, did overflow and range,
In silent protest, their passions did engage.
In Australia's court, where justice shall be sought,
Their eyes once blind to stabbing video's plight.
’Tis a tale that musk-scented Elon brought,
Like a monk’s quill, struck down the injunction’s light.
Hearken now to Sanofi and their clarion bell’s tone,
In fair France's field, a billion coins they'll hone.
To brew more healing draughts, their means hath grown,
On Vitry-sur-Seine, their blessings will be sewn.
