El toro on the torrid zone's
                    long circle charges fair
                    (he plunges 'round the ring,
                    trading futures with the matador
                    he tries to gore).

                    If bear stalks floe
                    (no reserve below)
                    which floats to girth of earth,
                    his asset will unfreeze and run
                    to water green and common,
                    grey with corpses crashed at the bank.

                    But bear stays bear,
                    dealing bull and matador
                    dividends in ecuador.
                    Siesta sunshine
                    bullies bear in walled-up street,
                    brands mottled map of red
                    upon his nap now grey:
                    his tail is the south pole,
                    the bottom of his world;
                    his hot nose north,
                    where he must 'doze
                    or ursa adds a "t" and "u" . . .
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