I met a traveler from a modern land,
and she's like: "don't you give me any lip!
Lie here -- stay partly covered by the sand.
This picture will remind me of my trip."
Her stylish shades obscure her upper face
but I well know the strength behind that tone.
It's known to pharaohs throughout time and space,
and so I pose with her, a silent stone.
Thus captured, she will send me through the air:
"His name was Ozymandias, King of Kings"
and others will reply: "wish I was there!"
and add "oh, L.O.L, what ARE those things?"
And I'll stay here, refusing to decay.
The sand dunes that preserve stretch far away.
Author notes: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46565/ozymandias
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