If You Pull a Long Face - Part Xxix
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXIX
IF you pull a long pained face
The kind poets affect and gladly display
Throughout the ages with their lonely-heart feelings in lyrical grace
You might end up Precious Pearl in harem of some Arabo-Turkish Bey
If you then pull that longingly pained long face
In verses thin and sweetened long to Your Lord and Master Bey
All night long pulling at the tassels of your silken robes pyjama lace
Your turn might never come to whisper rosy verses under moonlit ear
Yet if you keep pulling that long lone-heart face
Know that Eunuchs too might not averse be to your corvée
And might listen close to every lilting line behind burka lace
Unless in Looney Bin the Bey thinks fit to let you long stay
Now if you pulled that long left-alone pale face
During long-stricken nights while silken moon-shafts through casements stray
Your face wan the tang of your pulled flesh less and less sinuous in bed-wise ways
With luck you might at his table serve as a taster of macoronic verse play
So if you must go on pulling that long Parson's face
Pull it while chopping up pork ribs for crispy crunchy helpings à la Canard Lacqué
None will miss appreciating the tango twists and twirls in your hurt-feelings vice-verse
Everything's grist to the salmagundi soup the pot-pourri pulsed poem à la Chop Suey
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 5, 2019
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2019
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