Shall I be made ?... My PC is fixed with two screens... A sparkling wildfire PC shop - Where my dull Spirits at the Fireball trade - Do frisk and hope ? And while the Hammer doth the Anvil pay, The fireball matter sparkles every way. But, not my PC - One sorry fret, An anvil Sparke, rose higher - And in the PC Temple falling almost set the valet on fire - Such fireballs drooping in the PC Temple Flame - Lord forbid...

This goes to pot, that not
Nature doth call.
On my mad PC.
Strive not above what strength
hath got, on my PC.
Lest in the brawle
Thou fall on my Holy PC.
I get mad on my PC...