The Farcical Wish
There was no love lost
Save for the insistent inflated boast
"Macaw's graceful yellow gloss" said the wicked Weaver
Floods me with boundless shivers
I prefer the beautiful black of the Merlin
To being forever so sullen.
The farcical wish was duly granted
And the besotted boundaries respected.
But alas! How incredibly fast changed the plot!
The potent talons were unleashed
And the wicked Weaver served in a dish
By Simon Njoroge
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