I would not willingly acquire a name
For ill-digested thought;
But after pondering much
To this conclusion I at last have come:
PEOPLE ARE STUPID.
This truth I have written deep
In my reflective midriff
On tablets not of wax,
Nor with a pen did I inscribe it there,
For many reasons: PEOPLE, I say, ARE NOT
STRANGERS TO STUPIDITY.
Not from the flight of omen-yelling fowls
This fact did I discover,
Nor did the Delphine tripod bark it out,
Nor yet Dodona.
Its native ingenuity sufficed
My self-taught diaphragm.
Housman's original is here. It's much funnier if you've read Aeschylus in Greek: about the only funny thing to reading Aeschylus in Greek, come to that.
I return to my newest discovered love (c.10 am this morning): Singlish
This partly because when you spell Hokkien words out in romaji and say what they mean, their relation to Japanese on-yomi hits you between the eyes. This doesn't happen with mandarin. Stupid Manchu.