In this circle does squat,
a horribly boorish goat
A pompous little twat;
nay worth a sully groat
Full of gossip and deceit,
who thinks himself a fox
I say, 'Fie!', Sirrah Conceit
On thee I curse, a pox!
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Simply Capital!
This poem has a wonderful, classical feel to it. I commend you for using many words rarely written or uttered in the U.S. - boorish, sully, groat, fie and sirrah. (I kept up with you but "sirrah" sent me to the online dictionary. lol) If I didn't know better, I'd think you transported yourself here from Victorian England. Jolly good work!
Mark
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gepers
I daresay this hurt as much as a swat upside the head, I believe I felt the air swoosh by and was compelled to duck from something not even aimed for me!
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Lol I see Mat had already asked to be the knight in shining armour, could not have a better person to fight the good fight! Foxes are sly ones, you never hear them come
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angry little lioness..
Hey there Sandy...I just came across this..Oh my..someone really got under your skin. You need me to sort them out?? Mat
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Would You?
[chuckle]
Just teasing.
But yeah, I was a bit miffed at the time, so I just had to let it out. Better to do so with poetry, than across the person's head. [grin]
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