The greatest man since Halagu or Hitler

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The greatest man since Halagu or Hitler

I admire his ability
to soak up any quantity
of pressure. To party at leisure
when the sky above Stabiae
looks grim. The writer of Kim
would've gushed from his labiae
'this is a true blue Englishman',
even though he is German,
farther from England than the Karman
line. His enemies call him swine, 
his kith and kin too, kine,
but he never shows decline
more than his average countryman.

i am absolutely baffled by these line endings and as it is late in the day for me (or at least seems that way, such a day i've had) i am reeling with the amount of consonants in this poem. took me significant time to read it and even more to understand it but the effect is good, i will say, at the end. it feels an appropriately simple conclusion for such a reverent tongue-tying poem. 

i will say... kine? am i not reading that correct as old english for a herd of cows?

oh.. as i typed it out i understood. final thought: poem trips over itself a bit. i know this is just for fun but it leaves me struggling keep the pace. i know freeform (and love freeform, and love its ability to mess with rhythm) and yet i feel that sometimes the formlessness of it can be difficult. this one's irregularity didn't quite hit.

but labiae is such a lovely pull indeed. well done. a joy to understand (finally.)