Sirs:
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the earth in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from the mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt, he farts.
--Al Tennyson
Westminster Abbey London,
England

From, National Lampoon,
Letters section,January 1974 (Animals) issue