Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay

The headstrong child

was carried down the river

in a casing full of nonsense to avow.

Only when the Crown brimmed over

with sensitive sere spectacles

would the young-ling be allowed

to take abode with the focal point

who speaks from the shores never seen before.

The headstrong child

gazed upon the drear yon horizon

and spat upon the pall word

with might of grace and poignancy;

for if there was such a fate of acrimony,

it was well known that the task

required a core so bold to live and die loving

the multifarious regions of the netherworld.

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