For your reading pleasure:
caligul |
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And he was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with
laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
- W.H. Auden