The Ogre

Th Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach:
The Ogre cannot master speech.

About a subjugated plain,
About it’s desperate and slain,
The Ogre walks with hands on hips,
While drivel gushes from his lips.

– August 1968, W H Auden

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