And then, if you are not
A lousy rankey-pot,
With the instincts of the back end of a horse,
You'll stand a moment, mute,
Arm raised in full salute
To Blaster Bill—who held 'er to 'er course.
[1] rankey-pot—Earthlubber; from the Venusian "renqui-pth"
[2] globaar—shiftless person; Ionian term of reproach