FLAMBOYANT FELLOW
A flamboyant feathery fellow sat on a fancy seat,
Paper spread all over the place not at all neat.
An artist? I think not, maybe studying a play
One written by Shakespear I think I’d say
He could be a writer playing out some foppish part,
Seeing if it is possible to play it from the heart,
Look a little closer could it be Portia, part of a plan
Seeing if to the crowd she could be seen as a man.
How many children past who giggled behind a hand
He could be part of some gypsy’s travelling band,
This person is a real puzzle or is at least to me.
When I meet my grandad he may set my mind free.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 17 January 2005