"
Ozymandias," by
Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller Dabbler from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand strand,
Half sunkOf junk, a shattered visage lies scattered image cries, whose frown brown,
And wrinkled lip pickled tip, and sneer smear of cold command cream and,
Tell Smell that its sculptor doctor well those passions symptoms read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them sneezed phlegm and the heart that fed bled.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias Homeopathic Ass, king of kings schwings:
Look on my works warts, ye Mighty Blighted, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal disheveled wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands Levenshtein plains stretch far away.'
Number of original words: 14*8+(0+1+1+0+0+0+0+2-1-1+0-2-1+0) = 111
Number of points: 55
Scaling Ratio: 111/55 = 2.018
Score: 2.018⋅(upvotes + 3⋅chings)