Ozzie Mandibles
I met a traveller from suburban land
Who said: vast and cavernous buffets of stone
Stand side by side on restaurant row. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and smear of cold compote
Tell that here lies a man whose passions led
( yet he survives), to an amazing feat
Two handed gorging despite the mocking crowds
And on a paper napkin these words appear:
"My name is Ozzy Mandibles, king of steam tables
Look on my works, ye picky eaters, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level housing tracts stretch far away
Perserved N. Ice Shellfish
