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Lines occasioned by last nights "debate"

In honor of Timmeh, Village Jove.

Alexander Pope had it right, back in the Eighteenth Century. (You've got to read this with your mind attuned to innuendo and parody....)

A place there is, betwixt earth, air, and seas,
Where, from Ambrosia, Jove retires for ease.
There in his seat two spacious vents appear,
On this he sits, to that he leans his ear,
And hears the various vows of fond mankind;
Some beg an eastern, some a western wind:
All vain petitions, mounting to the sky,
With reams abundant this abode supply;
Amused he reads, and then returns the bills
Sign'd with that ichor which from gods distils.

In office here fair Cloacina stands,
And ministers to Jove with purest hands.
Forth from the heap she pick'd her votary's prayer,
And placed it next him, a distinction rare!
Oft had the goddess heard her servant's call,
From her black grottos near the Temple-wall,
Listening delighted to the jest unclean
Of link-boys vile, and watermen obscene;
Where as he fish'd her nether realms for wit,
She oft had favour'd him, and favours yet.
Renew'd by ordure's sympathetic force,
As oil'd with magic juices for the course,
Vigorous he rises; from the effluvia strong
Imbibes new life, and scours and stinks along;
Repasses Lintot, vindicates the race,
Nor heeds the brown dishonours of his face.

I'd say that sums matters up rather well.

Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.

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Submitted by Paul_Lukasiak on

you can put down the remaindered copy of The American Heritage Book of Great British Poetry your aunt gave you christmas now ... ;-)

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Submitted by basement angel on

Speaking of Pope, I'm in favor of providing Josh Marshall and Kos with a dog collar inscribed as the one Pope placed around the neck of a dog he gave to the King for his court at Kew:

I am His Majesty's dog at Kew.
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

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Submitted by Sima on

You made me giggle.

And I like Pope, so no need to put down the remaindered bargain basement book of English poetry!