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The Importance of Mr. Straughter (Free verse) by GregDeEgg
Keep the tea bag in the water
do not bother, Mr. Straughter;
please make haste, and do not wander
while I wonder for my daughter.
'tis my daughter, made me bitter
as the tea which you've brought hither;
stood there quaintly, er'eyes aglitter-
crushed to death my apple fritter.
"Nay, my fritter!" cried me thither
leaped from out my sovereign litter;
"Thou wench!" yelled I, "And now we bicker-
What hath thou wrought upon my fritter!"
Smiled, she did, and perked up slightly
as though her thoughts came most forthrightly;
Then she whistled, and turned politely-
curtseyed then to me, most knightly.
"Father," sweet words did emit from her chest,
"is not it I whom you love best?
E're some lowly pastry be blest
when filling so evil land on thy breast?"
"My daughter, my daughter," I began to contest
but considered my anger, instead did repress;
"My love for the sugar, for which I do wrest,
cannot be compared to you, I attest."
Her smile, it faded not from her face
as approaching, she kissed my cheek with her grace;
then turning, her hair flung as soft as her lace,
did leave me to stand in gluttonous disgrace.
Perched then I did, and to you spoke my creed
that never again on fritters will I feed,
for my daughter I love, and to this we agreed;
from now on, Mr. Straughter, two lumps in my tea.
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