A Misplaced Brochure Reminded Me

A Misplaced Brochure Reminded Me

I plea for Rooster status before
you, one finely-crafted and well-bred Brit,
make me ride the giant Cock
at the Christmas Fayre--
because Americans allegedly
refuse to use the word in public,
in front of the kindergarteners
who greet you with shy smiles
and sugar-coated chins.
You mount a stallion
while saying I'm silly
as I ride and ride and ride
this well-chosen Cock
in the middle of the street,
ravaging the Gods of Carousel
while everyone watches.