Priss As A Peacock

Written by: Jeralynn Clark


Priss As A Peacock

Priss as a peacock
proud as I am,
I prance ore the garden
waving my fan.

Proud Senorita
crown all in tact,
waddles and wades
train trailing back.

Glorious gait 
eyes all a glow,
regal and royal
she puts on a show.

Till one small flaw
Her neck stretched up high,
She screeches an opera
Like one who has died.