this is an educated
refined, cultured, poem
fit to clothe a queen’s body
radiant enough to sit on a king’s head
no doubt,
the king’d head on a silver plate
this is elegant, truthful,
and most dignified as robes
and gold threads on a priest’s mitre
and ermine round the waists
this is immaculate,
probing, penetrative and sedate
so well-constructed, traditional
so cast into meter and scanned
so organised and adept
as a gynaecologists’s fingers
and last but not least
it is reverend, respectful and silent
as full of respect as are holy poems and sonnets
and poems all fit into good form and shape
and thus it refrains from 4-letter words
though - **** - sometimes it slips and falls
like a drunkard, into the gutters
but it is the fault of the terrain
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 7:17 AM UTC
this is an educated
refined, cultured, poem
fit to clothe a queen’s body
radiant enough to sit on a king’s head
no doubt,
the king’d head on a silver plate
this is elegant, truthful,
and most dignified as robes
and gold threads on a priest’s mitre
and ermine round the waists
this is immaculate,
probing, penetrative and sedate
so well-constructed, traditional
so cast into meter and scanned
so organised and adept
as a gynaecologists’s fingers
and last but not least
it is reverend, respectful and silent
as full of respect as are holy poems and sonnets
and poems all fit into good form and shape
and thus it refrains from 4-letter words
though - **** - sometimes it slips and falls
like a drunkard, into the gutters
but it is the fault of the terrain
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