A grand restructured fawn
spoons herself out into the universe
excited and ignited to be united with that youth's loss of fear
"I'm not going to be a normal chum this time, I'm a sapling gold!"
The fawn's now grappling with the straps on her roller skates
with wings that could serenade sawed off shotgun
in arms of flannel-clad bucks hurting for a shave

The ghost of Confucius visits her, reminds her,
"I'm not the tooth fairy, you know! I've got bills to pay!"
He drifts away, she's never been more bludgeoned and blind,
At yet she gains compsoure quick, just to pose once nude
for squirrels as they study her hind legs
whisp'ring remarks glibly how she must never have to shave

A nest full of newborn robins was ordered to arrive
tomorrow on her training day
it's circulating that Santa's minions, underpaid,
have been commissioned to hold her canopy as she sails
an honor not seen since the last Prince of Wales
pronounced to all the land he'd have his goatee shaved

April 99

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