I wandered lonely as a cat
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden tabby cats
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert...
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of cats
Look on my whiskers, mice and birds, and despair
I'm the most gifted cat you'll ever see
The cats of old weren't half as bold
And cunningly cute and talented as me."
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though a Rottweiler I'd seen
An odious greasy dog
With shiny fangs and white frothing drool
I seem to feel its cruel jaws
Crunch! Crunch! There go my legs
Snap! Snap! My torso too
My head's in a twain
There goes my brain
Swallow! Swallow! The cat is no more.
Translator's Note: You would think Dima was inspired by the real Victorian poets of William Wordsworth, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and John Keats. However his inspiration came while he was sitting on my lap watching an episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus called "Michael Ellis." Below is the sketch that Dima ripped off.
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