The Ancillary Killjoy

A beseeched jest

Stroke the lead to spark

As the lout flouted


He was a pariah

The ancillary killjoy

He was a goner

Who unavailingly

Lived below the Osier


She guarded him

Against the miasma

Against those who bear the name Yew

She knew of his renege

A novice scudded

By vernal emotive


The dichotomy of tilth and tree

Implausible yet zany

Left her knowing

Time for them had passed




The End

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