Poem: Pied Wagtail

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What are you up to

Pied Wagtail?

I see the mischievous lilt

In your parkinsonian jitter

Lichen may cover the trees

But a pregnancy of pranks

Adorns your face

Like a depressed waitress’s

Make-up

But there’s no need to be confused

For I will sit on the whoopee cushion

At the end of the abyss

Just as you’d intended

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