Ambrose Bierce(1842–1914?) · The Fiend’s Delight · Poesy · 1873?
Sir Muscle speaks, and nations bend the ear: “Hark ye these Notes—our wit quintuple hear; Five able-bodied editors combine Their strength prodigious in each laboured line!”
O wondrous vintner! hopeless seemed the task To bung these drainings in a single cask; The riddle’s read—five leathern skins contain The working juice, and scarcely feel the strain.
Saviours of Rome! will wonders never cease? A ballad cackled by five tuneful geese! Upon one Rocinante five stout knights Ride fiercely into visionary fights!
A cap and bells five sturdy fools adorn, Five porkers battle for a grain of corn, Five donkeys squeeze into a narrow stall, Five tumble-bugs propel a single ball!