Ozymandias

[Leanne]

I bumped into old Oz to-day -- he seemed a decent bloke.
We shared a pot of tea to-day - thank God he doesn't smoke!
He's big to-day as any day - and he's not far off the ceiling, (I'd kill the "and")
Well, he was thirsty, that I'll say -- guzzled quarts of best Darjeeling! ("guzzled" is a great word but I think you're stuck with a syllable too many. In Australia we use the word "sculled" for the same thing, I don't know if that's a term you have in the UK. Perhaps even "quaffed"?)
So while he drank, I took a look-- for that look of cold command;
Yet all I saw, was smile on his lips --- a smile and a speck of sand.
So many things, so many things -- a God of the past , who breathed the ancient air! (a few too many syllabubbles again -- perhaps "this God breathed ancient air"?)
But he just said: 'Call me Ramses ---- and pass us another eclair!

I do love Ozymandias beyond all reason... and the idea of sitting down to tea and pastries, de-mythologising those two trunkless legs, is very attractive indeed