I sing of arms, and of a man
For whom the gods contrived a plan,
A man whose name, I think, was Stan;
And Stan had a terrific tan.
At breakfast time, he ate his bran,
And Venus was his biggest fan.
Muse, tell me how the strife began!
What caused the gods his plans to can?
Why did they send him halfway to Japan?
Sometimes it’s hard to make these stupid lines scan.

(The rest of the manuscript is filled with doodles of horses.)