Classic Poem

SQUAT-BODIED , heavy-jowl'd, red-dew-lapped, dull,
Boond's snorting speech is all of Money Kings;
Boond has the bulk, but lacks the brazen wings,
To look the curl'd, man-faced Chaldean bull.
When Croesus nods at Boond his heart brims full,
He boasts that nod with spumèd bellowings;
His hoof'd voice tramples down all couther things,
He brags and ramps and shakes his triple skull.

Caricature of Wealth, Boond's hell is this:
He wants the wit to garner wealth himself;
He'd sell his soul for pelf, and count it bliss,
But never had a soul to sell for pelf;
And still he bores the world with rumbling talk
How Dives flung him greeting in his walk.