(Contemporary American poet)
The world is a beast with a long fur tail,
With an angry tooth, and a biting nail;
And she’s headed the way that she ought not to go
For the Lord he designed and decreed her so.
The point of the game is to drag the beast
While she’s headed sou-west, toward the nor-nor-east;
God made the beast, and he drew the plan,
And he left the bulk of the haul to man.
So primitive man dug a brace for his sandal.