learn another poem
talking of my small kids, you know
i shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon my yard
i have heard the 30-50 feral hogs oinking, each to each
i do not think that they will oink to me.
are you a feral hog, too?
then there's 30-50 of us — don't tell!
they'd shoot at us, you know
odysseus: wait no, don't shoot them, please, those are my sailors
odysseus: CIRCE
thou art less surly and less obstinate