What say you, critic, now you have become <br />An author and maternal?--in this trap <br />(To quote you) of poor hollow folk who rap <br />On instruments as like as drum to drum. <br />You snarled tut-tut for welcome to tum-tum, <br />So like the nose fly-teased in its noon's nap. <br />You scratched an insect-slaughtering thunder-clap <br />With that between the fingers and the thumb. <br />It seemeth mad to quit the Olympian couch, <br />Which bade our public gobble or reject. <br />O spectacle of Peter, shrewdly pecked, <br />Piper, by his own pepper from his pouch! <br />What of the sneer, the jeer, the voice austere, <br />You dealt?--the voice austere, the jeer, the sneer.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/camelus-saltat/
