A dreary, fairy dream

I had an uncle,

a dirty, naughty uncle.

           He was so dirty

                  that his teeth hated toothpicks;

     he was so naughty

              that his favorite topic was politics.

         He had a dream,

a dreary, fairy dream

                               to write a new Republic,

       and poets to be hooted by the public

       because he said they are too rational,

     national, pretty masculine and moral;

 instead, he wanted them to be irrational,

emotional, too effeminate and immoral.

                    The majority hated his politics

       because he pretended to be a lunatic.

Posted on Nov. 24, 2016 on Poet’s Corner. https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/24/a-dreary-fairy-dream/#more-221956


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