by Arnulf » Tue, 08Oct28 22:15
That is no arrogance, referring me as Giant. I took this annex from a poem of my favorit poet, Christian Morgenstern. He wrote a lot of very funny and irreal poems. I'll refer one of them, in spite of the fact, that he was a German, but we are lucky to have Max Knight, a literature scientist in Berkley, who also loved the poems of Cristian Morgenstern and he rearranged some of them very close to the originals in the English laanguage:
Anto-logy
Of yore, on earth was dominant
the biggest mammal: the Gig-ant.
("Gig" is a numeral so vast,
it's been extinct for ages past.)
But off, like smoke that vastness flew.
Time did abound, and numbers too,
until one day a tiny thing,
the Tweleph-ant, was chosen king.
Where is he now? Where is his throne?
In the museum pales his bone.
True, Mother Nature gave with grace
the Eleph-ant us in his place,
but, woe, that shooting anthropoid
called "Man", in quest for tusks destroyed
him ere he could degenerate,
by stages, to an Ten-ant's state.
O noble club, SPCA,
don't let Man wholly take away
the steps of that titanic scale
that leads still farther down the trail.
How greatful will the Ant survive
if left to flourish and to thrive,
until he, in a far-off year,
as Zero-ant will disappear.