The Fray Bailiff

As the bailiff listens to the andante of the trees

Hunched over in the glade clasping his knees

He appears fray and hoary

His levity and defiance caused his oust

By an uxorious and chicanery ignoramus

 

He quaffs down his measly amount of julep

Longing for his lost paramour

With scrowl  and remiss

To the caressing zephyr’s hiss

For long a’ yore he had valour

 

The last standing winnow

Endeared by most

 

 

 

 

The End

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