Versatility.

[Written for a Rhyme—Suggested by G.F.D.]

There's one I know whose wit profound would honour any station

From lowly peasant's to the greatest leader's in the nation.

Methinks if he would take the lists he'd rival Keats or Shelley

As turban'd Vizier t othe Turk, he'd out-wit Machiavelli.

He'd fill the role with equal ease of judge or humble bailiff

And tell Arabian stories which would double up a Caliph,

With gentle words of pious praise he lures his trusting lasses.

And yet contrives to make them feel that they perchance are asses.

And when he proudly points the Hutt's Borough Council model,

Just watch how subtly he suggests a lack inside the noddle.

There's not a king could fill his place from Pole to where in Lon-Don "Ted" sits

Nor fill it with a better grace than could our Prof. von Zedlitz.

F.A.M.