Amazing indeed was the unfathomable body of Mr. Chaos
Who didn’t eat, even more, he didn’t evacuate his bowels. . .
But then he met with those who were drilling and chiselling,
In no time he got all the nine apertures: his eyes, ears, nostrils,
Mouth and the other two between his lower limbs. What a go!
Day by day, men toil for food and clothing; year after year—
Vexations about taxes and levies. . . The masses of people
Strive for a bundle of coins, forming a crowd and bawling
For all they’re worth. Truly, as it goes, they who play bowls
Must expect to meet with rubbers in this game of survival.
Ron