He was known as 'Mad Carew By the subs at Kathmandu, He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell, But, for all his foolish pants, He was worshipped in the ranks, And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well. John Milton, The Green Pants of the Little Yellow God.
Yet still He stares with silent unforgiving eye Blood gushes forth from out his gaping pants And yet stains not the ground! See! How he points A bloody **nger, as he might accuse.