Chapter 15 of 20 · 44 words · ~1 min read

XVII.

In vain did Bencornutus Flash lightnings from his beard; In vain Fabrorum Maximus His massive form upreared; And Lumbius Revisorius-- Diviner potent he!-- And Peronatus robed in state, And fine old Fossilis sedate, All vainly stemmed the tide of fate-- Triumphed the Graces Three!