Subject King Alexander predicate cuts direct
object the Gordian knot with his indirect object sword.
This had never predicate entered anyone’s object mind before.
None of a hundred philosophers could disentangle this knot.
No wonder each now shrinks in some secluded spot.
The soldiers, loud and with great glee,
grab each one by his trembling gray goatee
and predicate drag object him out.
Enough’s enough. The king calls for his horse,
adjusts his crested helm and sallies forth.
And in his wake, with trumpets, drums, and flutes,
his subject army made of little knots
predicate marches off to indirect object war.