A Matter of Debt

"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault..."

Some days later Mark Anthony answers a knock on his
door.
"Mornin' Mr Anthony. Can we have a word?"

Mark Anthony beholds a bandaged rabble.
And what might that word be, my good fellow?"

"Well, first off, we want to say that your speech
was a blinder. Brilliant. We're with you all the way.
Fight to the death if needs be."

MARK ANTHONY.
And what, pray, do wish to ask of me?"

Well me, my friends and all these Romans and countrymen,
here, was wondering when we could have our ears back.

It's mildly amusing, but almost as old as the play you've taken the speech from.

And so am I. Thanks for the critique.

No worries. I can actually envisage this as a sketch, which is a good thing. The problem is it's all a bit telegraphed and lacks a twist to elevate it above the obvious.

Your feedback is great: How about Mark A doing the rounds handing out ears?

it works well, it's exactly the sort of thing you'd read in the telegraph, like a joke-ette,( I think it would work well as a small comic strip, maybe?) the gags are old? Perhaps, but, which ones aren't?

Thanks for the observations.