And, walking homeward with his constituents, he murmured in his beard an improvisation on the heretic poet of Persia:

‘One, rich in metaphors, his Cause contrives
To urge with edged words, like Kabul knives;
And I, who worst him in this sorry game,
Was never rich in anything but-wives.’

  By PanEris using Melati.

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