I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and varicose-veined legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, an imbecilic visage lies, whose flabby
Turkey-neck and gap-toothed mongloid grin
Tell that its sculptor well that pitiable ugliness read
Which yet survive, as opposed to her aborted fetuses,
and the buckets of fried chicken upon which she fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`I am Your Rotund Promiscuous Mother:
Look on my hair pie, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal skank, classless and overweight,
The pubic crabs scuttle far away."