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The Turkey (3/4)
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They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon. ....................................The Owl and the Pussy-Cat, Edward Lear The Turkey On the top of Gnud Hill an old Turkey's quill was scratching a new machination. And he preened, as they danced, I espy me a chance to reclaim my good name and my station. There are scads to be made in the gutters of trade with the merchants of Thraldom and Vice. And a bird and a cat, undamaged like that, are sure of a civilized price. And, doubtless, their boat with her sweet pea-green coat will a Fortune or Fancy entice. Just a handful of seeds from the ZeeZeeZee trees when they're ground to a powder or spice. Then a, "Please, have some mince." And, "O, do try a quince they are ripe now and simply too nice to be left here to rot in the bowl. Why not two? Lady Pussy? Sir Owl?" The lovers' dance slows. Their drowsy eyes close. In the moonlight they sink to the sand where they lie unaware of the ship anchored there and a Passage so artfully planned. It's the law of supply and demand, my dears. For might is the right of the damned, my dears. Sea giveth and taketh away, my dears. Sea giveth. And taketh. Away. . |
Hi, Richard—
From a purely metrical standpoint, this is a delight. Who knew that turkeys could be so treacherous? Very enjoyable. Glenn |
Thanks Glenn.
RG. |
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