Oh! Mitchill, lord of granite flints, Doctus, in law - and wholesome dishes; Protector of the patent splints, The foe of whales - the friend of fishes; "Tom-Codus" - "Septon" - "Phlogobombos!" What title shall we find to fit ye? Inquisitor of sprats and compost! Or Surgeon General of Militia! We hail thee! - mammoth of the state! Steam frigate! on the waves of physic - Equal in practice or debate, To cure the nation or the phthisic: The amateur of Tartar dogs! Wheat-flies, and maggots that create "em! Of mummies! and of mummy-chogs! Of brick-bats - lotteries - and pomatum! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM ON MY WEDDING DAY: TO PENELOPE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY THE WINDHOVER: TO CHRIST OUR LORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER EMIGRATION by LISA DOMINGUEZ ABRAHAM GYPSY-HEART by KATHARINE LEE BATES ASLEEP, ASLEEP; MARTYDOM OF SAINT STEPHEN by LUCY ANN BENNETT |