Couldn’t tell you what anno
Swabbing the deck, stood beside Hanno
Hand held to his furrowed, proud brow
Scanning seas for sight of headland
Can’t keep a lid on this Magonid
His periplus charged with incident
His ships returned dented, having scaled the world’s lid
His fulsome lip, his strong, wide hips eclipsed
By his unparalleled navigational skills
He steers his vessel safely along treacherous coasts
From what is today Gabon, to other places we don’t yet know
Potentially Morocco, all the time going, his boat rocking
In the tropical sirocco
His famous pamphlet in every library
He went liberally into lands owned by Libyans
Dedicating them to Kronos, lord of clock hands
And consumer of families; all glory, all vanity, deeds unvanishing
His crew famous thereby, going gaily; men and camels too
Scholars suspect his journey commenced at Gades
And concluded at Mount Cameroon
So say the Greeks of Hades
His time of sailing in strong gales
Came centuries before the wisdom of Galen
For this expedition he had mounted
At 30,000 his men were counted
Five cities he out there founded.
Alchemisland 
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