Friday, September 5, 2014

Fanfare For Janet

Let Abyssinian kings be meek,
Let dime store queens be humble,
Let brave policemen cease to seek
For hunted men. Ah, stumble,
You haughty matrons, pouter-pigeon
Chested; ah, grave preachers,
Smile and be gay in your religion;
You sober-visaged teachers,
Let routine pause. Clerks, cold as clams,
Stand silent in your doors;
Messengers carrying telegrams,
Go softly on your chores:
For here she comes, her majesty
Queenly and grave and mild
So dark of hair, so blue of eye,
My own, my youngest child:
A regal baby, fine and good,
Wearing a fuzzy woolen hood!


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