Classic Poem

K URT is M.A., B.S. and Ph.D.
And speaks at dinners when the city's weal
Demands a gorge of fish and game and veal
Served with rich sauces of complacency;
Each year Kurt gets some other new degree
Which means more speeches, dinners, and a deal
Of compliments that Kurt feels sure are real …
His broadclothed; gurgitating dignity.

Has scarce a flaw where spite may enter in
To jab the lordly rolling ribs of him
Or stab his brisket with a ribald pin
On tides of Lard and Learning he shall swim
Triumphant to his full life's stately close.
But last night, drowsing … Gawd! … he picked his nose.