Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
So astoundingly full of hot air was he
his men believed he would grumptiously
rebound like a ball, in event of a fall.
Then he fell. He broke in thirty-four pieces.
And all Dumpty's horse shit and all Dumpty's men
piled all thirty-four on the wall again.
And all Dumpty's nephews and all Dumpty's nieces
sipped at the egg-drop soup he made
on the ground — and cheered! The rule of Dumpty
broke thirty-four others, in hiding some Humpty!
Psychophants plumped him; his asses all brayed.
