I Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection -- We shall get ourselves rather disliked. II Ah yes, my songs, let us resurrect The very excellent term @3Rusticus@1. Let us apply it in all its opprobrium To those to whom it applies. And you may decline to make them immortal, For we shall consider them and their state In delicate Opulent silence. III Come, my songs, Let us take arms against this sea of stupidities -- Beginning with Mumpodorus; And against this sea of vulgarities -- Beginning with Nimmim; And against this sea of imbeciles -- All the Bulmenian literati. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SIMPLE STORY, FR. MY SOUVENIRS by JACQUES BOE EPISTLE TO DR. BLACKLOCK by ROBERT BURNS THE COMPLAINT OF VENUS by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE BOOK'S CREED by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER SR. IN THE JUNE TWILIGHT by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |