| THE BRAZEN BULL |
| Perilaus was bold as brass Forged a bull, which fried his ass Hollowed maw, trap-door rectum Wherein one inserts victims Nostrils fashioned into flutes Wherewith cries, to lows, transmute Thought it was the very thing For Phalaris, tyrant king Brought his bull to the despot Who put him in the hot-spot Swollen with his cleverness Boasted of his artifice But Phalaris, horrified By the forger, and his pride Had the vulcan change his tone Made him low with heated groan Cooked him long enough to brown Pulled him for a tumbledown Off a cliff, onto the talus Apt requital from Phalaris |
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| (Above) Another victim of the brazen bull: The Martyrdom of St. Eustace. |