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Category: Funny Tribute Poems
       Classic humorous and funny poems using tribute, poetry intended to show respect, gratitude or admiration, but in a whimsical way.

  THE AHKOOND OF SWAT AGAIN  

"The Ahkoond of Swat is dead."--London Papers of Jan. 22, 1878.

What, what, what,
        What's the news from Swat?
        Sad news,
        Bad news,
Comes by the cable led
Through the Indian Ocean's bed,
Through the Persian Gulf, the Red
Sea and the Med-
Iterranean--he's dead;
The Ahkoond is dead!

For the Ahkoond I mourn,
        Who wouldn't?
He strove to disregard the message stern,
        But he Ahkoodn't.
Dead, dead, dead:
        (Sorrow, Swats!)
Swats wha hae wi' Ahkoond bled,
Swats whom he hath often led
Onward to a gory bed,
        Or to victory,
        As the case might be.
            Sorrow, Swats!
Tears shed,
        Shed tears like water.
Your great Ahkoond is dead!
        That Swats the matter!

Mourn, city of Swat,
Your great Ahkoond is not,
But laid 'mid worms to rot.
His mortal part alone, his soul was caught
        (Because he was a good Ahkoond)
        Up to the bosom of Mahound.
Though earthly walls his frame surround
(Forever hallowed by the ground!)

And skeptics mock the lowly mound
And say "He's now of no Ahkoond!"
        His soul is in the skies--
The azure skies that bend above his loved
        Metropolis of Swat.
    He sees with larger, other eyes,
    Athwart all earthly mysteries--
        He knows what's Swat.
Let Swat bury the great Ahkoond
        With a noise of mourning and of lamentation!
Let Swat bury the great Ahkoond
        With the noise of the mourning of the Swattish nation!
        Fallen is at length
        Its tower of strength;
        Its sun is dimmed ere it had nooned;
        Dead lies the great Ahkoond,
        The great Ahkoond of Swat
        Is not!

                     George Thomas Lanigan.


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