We’re in the middle
of a poetry reading
almost as if
Milton was there
slight and wan
blind as a mole
lusting for epic
famous as Shakespeare
when Andrew burps
“What do you say?”
a lady whispers
“Oooops!” he answers
“What do you say!!?”
waiting for a “Pardon me”.
He looks around
sweet as a bard
‘A piglet!’ he says
‘I’m a pig!’
A perfect contrast!
ReplyDeleteIt's as if your son has inadvertently reminded us of the face value of things given such an ostentatious and pompous atmosphere.
:)