Plum Popinjay

           I saw to-day a most egregious popinjay

Not a hair was out of place! Not a mark upon his face!

All of the gold of India resided upon his arm! What charm!

My fair popinjay, callooh callay, oh the things that he did say!

Oh the nerves that he did fray to obtain a low-fat parfait!

Only to pay and say he preferred a skim café con leche!

My vain weathercock in plumes of crème and grey…

Tis time for your words to be strained, neutered, spayed!

Tis time for the vorpal sword to cut you short, oh yes,

I am your frabjous day, farewell, plum popinjay.

Author's Note

with a little inspiration from Lewis Carroll.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Marvellous stuff, this had me smiling from the very title. And I started thinking who do I know who is like that. I smiked at the idea of said PP's words being 'spayed'! But a part of me was also secretly envious of the PP as he certainly gets noticed. You nailed him

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh but he gets noticed for the worst things!! He is the butt of witty lines that mock him...what will he do next...wear bananas in his hat, perhaps! It is the quiet ones that truly fascinate and inspire deep soul-shaking poetry to be written..those are the ones with live gems growing in their souls! :D I'm glad it charmed a smile!