VII

VII Shakespeare Polo

Lo! in the orient when the gracious light hits Marco

Lifts up his burning head, each under eye the same black interfaced

Doth homage to his new-appearing sighted lenses of his new homey glasses,

Serving with looks his sacred china traders majesty;

And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,

with nothing much to trade he gives himself

Resembling strong youth in his middle age,

Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still the once young Polo

Attending on his golden age pilgrimage to trade his life for cheap sunglasses Made in China

But when from highmost pitch, with weary car in tow upon the rickshaw motors is the Bentley now,

Like feeble age, he reeleth from the sunlight of the chinese NewYear of the hogg this day,

this day has finally come to them

The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are under sunglass lenses safe from sun of chinese hogg

From his low tractor pull they got him out in time, and look another way:

So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noonday sun as mad as an ENglishman

Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son and then putt on him sunglasses in the noon.