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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hanibal B.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was round about the third century B.C.<br>In Carthage by the sea, <br>That General Hamilcar Barca's son grew up<br>By the name of Hanibal B.<br>And this boy lived with no other thought <br>Than elephant husbandry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a calf and he was a child, <br>In Carthage by the sea, <br>But we loved with a love that was frowned upon by some<br>I and my Hanibal B.<br>With such love, that the elephant god Ganesh<br>Fancied him and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this was the reason that in 218 B.C. <br>In Saguntum by the sea, <br>The double-dealing Romans played up, upsetting<br>My sensitive Hanibal B.<br>So that his relatives said, <br>‘For Baal's sake, let the elephants be! <br>And cross the Alps and sort Rome out<br>For Carthage by the sea'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ganesh, tiring of affairs on the sub-continent, <br>Trumped up some nasty weather in the Pyrenees-<br>Yes! - that was why my poor boy came down with a sniffle<br>And was a bit weepy, <br>That the soldiers teased him because he was talking through his nose, <br>Chiding, deriding, saying 'Hanibal, you're so twee! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But our love was more interesting than the love<br>Of those who weren't at all twee-<br>Of many who were ever so twee-<br>And when push came to shove<br>No puny punic soldier draftee<br>Could ever convince me it was droll<br>To mock loving minorities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I, one-tusked Surus, narrating these reams<br>Of the beautiful Hanibal B.<br>Say, though we shared many rumbles and sighs, <br>There was never any bestiality; <br>And yet all the night-time, I lay by his side<br>Warming my darling- his skin on my hide, <br>In the Alps, encamped past treacherous scree, <br>Inscribed in my heart and my memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Diane+Hine">Diane Hine</a><div class=q>
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In Carthage by the sea, 
That General Hamilcar Barca's son grew up
By the name of Hanibal B.
And this boy lived with no other thought 
Than elephant husbandry.

I was a calf and he was a child, 
In Carthag..."></div>
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