Xvi: Yours Freed Representor
Sir – dearest Vicar,
Tho’ you failed to tell
Those that faces in that dark night,
The gods had called the birds
Fresh from the forced excursions!
Sir – dearest V.C.,
Now, this is another false re-approach:
Demanding cowries from the birds
For the corns they ate not!
Why are the initial clouds being moved again?
Sir – dearest Vicar,
Free all the caged representors
– We need peace in the communal nest! –
Thanks: yours freed representor.
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