The royal paunch of Pharaoh dangled worriedly,
Not knowing where the wrong: viands once giant-like
Came to him thin and thinner—what rats gnawed?
Horror, the swarm of slaves! The satraps swore
Their wives’ bones hurt them when they lay abed,
That before were soft and plump: the people howled
They’d boil the slaves three days to get their fat,
Ending the famine. A haggard council held
Decrees the two hind molars, those two staunchest
Busy labourers in the belly’s service, to be drawn
From out each slave’s greased mouth, which soon
From incapacity will lose the habit
Of eating.