Classic Poem

There once was a shah of Persia,
Common and rowdy and pert,
Who married by hundreds, virgins,
To strip them and slide them in dirt;
A platform over a mudhole
He built with precipitous slides,
And called on the court and people
To see how he muddied his brides.

The fine Events that are blushing —
The newspapers strip them of pride;
And I think of the Shah and the mud-hole,
As I see them rushed down the slide.