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...CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER IN THE FOREST by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES EARLY AND LATE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN REUNION IN WAR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |