"Unauthorized" my rosy red r****m! Al Pope himself gave me permission to post that! And Johnny D. gave me permission to do this, too:

All human things are subject to decay,
And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
This Shatner found, who, like Augustus, young
Was called to empire, and had governed long;
In prose and verse, was owned, without dispute,
Through all the realms of Nonsense, absolute.
This aged prince, now flourishing in peace,
And blest with issue of a large increase,
Worn out with business, did at length debate
To settle the succession of the state;
And, pondering which of all his sons was fit
To reign, and wage immortal war with wit,
Cried: ''Tis resolved; for nature pleads, that he
Should only rule, who most resembles me.
Amos alone my perfect image bears,
Mature in dullness from his tender years:
Amos alone, of all my sons, is he
Who stands confirmed in full stupidity.
The rest to some faint meaning make pretence,
But Amos never deviates into sense.
Some beams of wit on other souls may fall,
Strike through, and make a lucid interval;
But Amos' genuine night admits no ray;
His rising fogs prevail upon the day.
Besides, his goodly fabric fills the eye,
And seems designed for thoughtless majesty;
Thoughtless as monarch oaks that shade the plain,
And, spread in solemn state, supinely reign.

Unauthorized! Humph!