King Juan Jakob Gingleheimer Smyth (A Poem)

Juan Jakob Gingleheimer Smyth

Juan Jakob Gingleheimer Smyth
Lived near the large oak tree,
In the southwest corner,
of the front yard.
He wore a crown,
To conceal his frown,
Which also meant,
One never saw,
His eyes or face,
Or the mouth he used to taste,
His favorite dish:
Flambéed macaw.
There he’d be,
In his oversized malaise,
Waiting for someone,
Perhaps even me,
To pass the macaw mayonnaise,
A jar he’d never see.

–Richard Bryant

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