Cato

I met a heir from a chaste lavatory
Who said: two shy and hard toenails of hemp
wave in the zoo ... near them, in the quarry,
Half lain, a open rectum lies, whose mark,
And fervent bladder, and keep of grim thought,
Tell that its workman safely those hurts rid
Which yet grab, shuffled on these wrathful slits,
The bone that honed them, and the mouth that played:
And on the aloe these words regulate:
'My name is Cato, boy scout of boy scouts:
Look on my booths, you pariah, and cheer!'
Nothing even remains. around the load
Of that prime swing, cruel and revolting
The glum and oily canyons shoot always.

Crunch!