The Waggons

I saw a long, long train
Of many a loaded, lumbering wain;
And one there was of most gigantic size,
It look’d an elephant midst a swarm of flies;
It roll’d so proudly that a passenger
Curiously asked--“Now what may that contain?”
“Nothing but bladders, Sir!”

Such masses (misnamed men!) are little rare,
Inflated, bullying, proud, and full of--air.