by john clare
They clipped my head for my
eighty-eighth birthday party
Told me how good it looks
Reminding them of a young
Clark Sampson
Who once toppled tall towers
Lately I am paying for all
that felling
It has left the legs short on
locomotion
And the igniting of foxes fires difficult
For the time being
(Until the Minoxidil virility pills arrive)
Such are the pains I put up with
for my Lois
Pestering me daily as I laze in my
PJ's of royal and red saying,
"Outside lurk the Philistine Witnesses
with their eyes for your Lois,
Coming to crop your locks,
You better find some jawbone!"
Now make a wish and blow out
your candles.
I take a deep breath and...
Pressing the call button,
I ask if someone will please wheel me
down the hallway to
those temple pillars.
Let me feel that smooth
granite once again,
To make my Lois proud of me!
Those Kingdom walls shall fall!
The foxes with their tied
tails shall flee
I see the flames before me!
As I spit and gasp out of breath
Smoke rising, I smell of sweet death...
Happy birthday dear Sampson
Happy birthday to you!
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