The Pooh-Bahs
Stay focused as an icon makes its surge
upon the stage as self-contained, assured.
I weigh it 'gainst a candle who's matured.
While tapers toil all night and scents converge,
the pooh-bah is about to reemerge.
The fragrance fine, but pooh-bahs can not rest
'cause candles never argue - who's the best?
True flames fulfill their course throughout a scourge
of dark and damp. No ploy have they to purge
a faint and feeble, fellow wick who wanes.
The grudging pooh-bahs' narcissistic brain
rebels at such an unpretentious urge.
The pooh-bah makes his plea, a drooling dirge -
"Me first," "Pick me," "No, I'm the one you want."
Note, candles speak with tongues quite nonchalant
and as they do their melting tapers merge.
Author's Notes:
The name of the haughty character Pooh-Bah in Gilbert and Sullivan's The Mikado (1885)
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2011
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