Oh Show Us the Way to the Next Whisky
"Goodness is in me, and also grayness, and as well I loafing here am yet a poet"

O, O, O, That Ozzy Man-Dizzyin' Rag!

When will it end? Not quite yet, I'm afraid:

From the American Poets Project's new collection of light verse, American Wits, comes one more Ozymandias variant, this one by Morris Bishop:

Ozymandias Revisited

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Also the names of Emory P. Gray,
Mr. and Mrs. Dukes, and Oscar Baer
Of 17 West 4th Street, Oyster Bay.


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