- EpitaphV on A TyraNt
- by W. H. Auden
- Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
- And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
- He knew human foLLy Like the back of his hand,
- And was greatLy interested in armies and fLeets;
- When he Laughed, respectabLe senators burst with Laughter,
- And when he cried the Little children died in the streets.