HOMER in a Nutshell.
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Sleek Gobbletart engag'd stout Specklebum,
But Speckle left his Shield and off he swum.
Morasse discharg'd a Slat, and with the stroak
Mump's Neck most diomedicaly broke.
From both his Nostrils mucous Brain distill'd,
And blended with black Gore enrich'd the barren Field.
Wallow from Tallowlick receiv'd a Wound,
The Pike o'rturning fix him to the Ground.
On Egdrain then disturb'd Treadwavio flew,
Tripp'd up his Heels, and into Puddle drew,
There by main Strength he held the Pilf'rer down,
Insulting thus, Drown, rav'nous Monster, drown:
Since you're so good at sucking, call me Fool
If I don't give you now your Belly-full,
And dows'd him headlong down to Phlegeton.
But Pypick, now his dearest Friends were gone,
Driv'n by Revenge and rash Despair along,
As when Convulsions make a Patient strong,
Up to majestick Ambergillo made,
In the proud Croaker sheath'd his wreathing Blade,
And forc'd him through th' Infernal Mote to wade.
Soon as Codrillo the Disaster 'spy'd,
Grasping soft Clay and something soft beside,
The mellow Shot on Pypick he conferr'd,
Bung'd up his Eyes, and damnify'd his Beard.
Transported by fresh Injuries the King
Grop'd out a Stone, and with a veh'ment Spring
Against Codrillo sent, a rocky Stone,
Fit for a Pigmy-Leader to have thrown.
But Speckle left his Shield and off he swum.
Morasse discharg'd a Slat, and with the stroak
Mump's Neck most diomedicaly broke.
From both his Nostrils mucous Brain distill'd,
And blended with black Gore enrich'd the barren Field.
Wallow from Tallowlick receiv'd a Wound,
The Pike o'rturning fix him to the Ground.
On Egdrain then disturb'd Treadwavio flew,
Tripp'd up his Heels, and into Puddle drew,
There by main Strength he held the Pilf'rer down,
Insulting thus, Drown, rav'nous Monster, drown:
Since you're so good at sucking, call me Fool
If I don't give you now your Belly-full,
And dows'd him headlong down to Phlegeton.
But Pypick, now his dearest Friends were gone,
Driv'n by Revenge and rash Despair along,
As when Convulsions make a Patient strong,
Up to majestick Ambergillo made,
In the proud Croaker sheath'd his wreathing Blade,
And forc'd him through th' Infernal Mote to wade.
Soon as Codrillo the Disaster 'spy'd,
Grasping soft Clay and something soft beside,
The mellow Shot on Pypick he conferr'd,
Bung'd up his Eyes, and damnify'd his Beard.
Transported by fresh Injuries the King
Grop'd out a Stone, and with a veh'ment Spring
Against Codrillo sent, a rocky Stone,
Fit for a Pigmy-Leader to have thrown.
Codrillo's
