A Tale of Folderol and Bric-a-brac
It was an instantaneous episode of derring-do,
momentary, but lucid – no need for you
to pontificate, all smug, as if I were a green,
wet-behind-the ears novice, or a slipshod
unvisionary, striving-in-vain Ms Plod.
Just because I yelled and did that fist-pump,
and followed it with a twirl and a hip bump
(over-enthusiastic by only the merest smidgen)
or was less than demure brandishing my lollipop –
how was I to know some idiot’d seize a photo-op?
And now you’re carrying on, waxing operatic!
I think your turn of phrase is unduly dramatic,
making a bit of harmless fun sound obscene.
So my bum wobbled like blancmange? So the snooker
table stopped play and they eyed me like a hooker?
So what if all the ornaments fell off the shelf?
I didn’t do it on purpose, much less by myself.
It was only the hokey-pokey when all’s said and done.
You’re rendering it a major catastrophe.
I say, better be a bit of clown than to atrophy!
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