How royally Avant-garde am I
By Mark Heathcote
Fri, 22 Jul 2011
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Don’t tell me it isn’t so’
As if I needn’t wish or want to know...?
There’s a peacock at the center
of every pert peahens breast
Who’ll pre-empt her unwillingness her body
Steadfast upon some nest.
O’ don’t tell me it isn’t so’
As if I needn’t wish or want know..?
That she’ll be his north and south
His east and west…
but that as soon as the
pendulum begins that last full…
Slow-swing into autumns rest...
He’ll be off a cock sure songbird.
With his song and soul soaring on high!
He’ll go off singing a hummingbird
How royally Avant-garde am I.
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