Best Mulatto Poems

Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of hatred and
grows
As if sheer pain as
tears digged large
holes in

A pineapple...

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So your daddy is white
          your mother is black
           What about you?
     Oh, you are just a little light.
   ...

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I've heard him sing: The Mulatto:
By fat hotter than Roberto
Like Pepper is to Pimento;
Lost to him, too, one Alberto:
The boy friend of Fine Talatu...

Alto in all shows he goes to,
Even when beats are Staccato
Or long remains The Legato...

Yes, A very Good Contralto, 
Overly fond if...

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