You "Dropped the Pilot"—with that youthful confidence that some adore—
The "whirligig of time" has turned; the "Pilot" drops the "Commodore."
A fico for Imperial "Pots," and their young princely progenies.
Belated condescension won't conciliate Diogenes.
Cynic and Conqueror exchange compliments Ciceronian,
But—there's a sting in some smooth words, for a mouthing Macedonian.
Mine are not sanitary "tubs," the Varzin, or the other one
At Friedrichsruh, you hint. Oh get away, and do not bother one!
I've got a "nervous system" now, and noisy, young, despotical,
"Shock-headed Peters" worry one, when aged and neurotical.