Priss As a Peacock
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.
Copyright © Jeralynn Clark | Year Posted 2010
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