If you removed my thyroid gland, I should become an ox, Without the power to command A single paradox. The interest I feel in God Is all my thyroid gland. My quick inventions quaint and odd, The glorious works I planned, The splendid sweep my fancy takes Wide over sea and land, Also my various mistakes, Are all my thyroid gland. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 41 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GORMFLAITH'S SONG, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY BALLAD OF THE UNSUCCESSFUL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON A DAMASK ROSE STICKING UPON A LADY'S BREAST by THOMAS CAREW THE BLACK RIDERS: 32 by STEPHEN CRANE TO HUGH THOMSON, WITH COPY OF SIR JOHN GILBERT'S SHAKESPEARE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |