My ship is waiting and I have to go. Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils And laundry baskets...

The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still. I am the tree that one time was a maid, But that was long...

Comic monologue by English comedian Benny Hill.

Rhyming monologue as spoken by an elderly British Butler

Self-written rhyming monologue about a French music-hall artiste with a unique talent who found fame in Paris at the turn of the nineteenth to the twentieth century.