For the Tombstone Erected over the Marquis of Anglesea’s Leg, Lost at Waterloo

HERE rests, and let no saucy knave
  Presume to sneer and laugh,
To learn that moldering in the grave
  Is laid a British Calf.

For he who writes these lines is sure,
  That those who read the whole
Will find such laugh was premature,
  For here, too...