The huntsman's shame (Free verse) by Stephen Robins
Undone, aghast and reviled,
My secret revealed to the hunt,
Those who were formerly beguiled,
Are disgraced by my childish stunt!
Approaching a fence at some speed,
I pulled my horse back to jump,
I fell from the back of my steed,
And landed heavily onto my rump.
Now as you will doubtless recall,
My crotch is most pathetic,
I was ill prepared for a fall,
With my girl guide penis prosthetic.
My jodphurs split from arse to front,
And dangling by the remaining thread,
There lay a sight obscene to confront,
A girl guides papier mache head!
"Explain that away" the Master crowed,
And I will give you a shilling,
Knowing that no humans bestowed,
With Papier Mache filling.
Cast adrift from the hunting scene,
I now fill my hours with lament,
Destined to spend my life unseen,
In cruel hours of loneley torment.
To be continued....
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