For the record, maahey:
I had no idea that lant was this urinated beverage. I was simply observing that the definition was disgusting and why I thought it was disgusting. Now that I have learned that definition was, in fact, the correct one, I am even more disgusted to consider that people drink urine in their ale!
But I offer here for the occasion of this lanted Hogwash round a poem that Keats recorded in a letter:
[Keats writes in explanation of the poem:]
"Horace Twiss dined the other day with Horace Smith--now Horace Twiss has an affectation of repeating extempore verses--which however he writes at home. After dinner Horace T. was to recite some verses, and before he did he went aside to pretend to make on the spot verses composed before hand. While H. T. was out of the Room H. S. wrote the following and handed it about, when H. Twiss had done his spouting."
[And now the poem:]
'What precious extempore verses are Twiss's
Which he makes ere he waters, and vows as he pisses,
'Twould puzzle the Sages of greece to unriddle
Which flows out the fastest his verse or his piddle,
And 'twould pose them as much to know whether or not
His Piss or his Poems go quickest to Pot
