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Standing in the center square of Pompeii I cast my gaze over each animal: Imperfect collection is here today. The plump old Goose in her cage of trouble Squawking her nonsense for all folk to hear, Stilled by her Gander, hit with a shovel. Ancient and ardent, the Goat does appear To have knowledge of all things important: Yet always confused—a message unclear. Swollen from slop, the Pig lets out a grunt, in response to the Goat’s laughable claims He should stop at once; leave or be silent. Wowed and proud, the smart black Bull with three names Explains to the crowd his mission and goal, Although there’s no reason why he remains. An outlaw, the Serpent peeps through a hole Slithering round hooves of impending doom, Winning the race to absolute control. The Horse is proud, I can only assume, Kin to a famous Gelding from this land Closer looks reveal a face full of gloom. Lastly, the Rat, whom nobody can stand, Forever involved and having his say Increasingly brash with every demand. All of these creatures have visions of grey, -- I laugh at their quarrels and muddy speech, Vague from ash, choked on the stage of Pompeii.

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