| Epitaph on a Tyrant | |
| Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, | |
| And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; | |
| He knew human folly like the back of his hand, | |
| And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; | |
| When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, | 5 |
| And when he cried the little children died in the streets. |
