The Similitude
By Kris Elensar
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Curse the English troubadour,
Who laughs at foreign folly.
Bless the Irish bleating fool,
Who'll trade hardship for his golly.
Smear the Scottish dancing Duke,
Who'll gut your chiseled Eye,
Hail the European man,
Who'll ask of you to die.
Shun the Spanish Inqui-sator,
Who'll 'quire you 'til he can't,
Sigh the French denominator,
Who'll simply suave and rant.
Kiss the German jolly flim,
On his high and mighty horse!
Hear the Dane roar 'Sala Bim!',
In his missive to the Norse.
See the Moorish master chant,
His woes across the Earth,
Salute the Bharat Tiger King,
Plagued by Anglish mirth.
Love the Oriental thinking chap,
Wherever he may be,
Beg the Native Indian clap,
His peace across the Sea!
Wherever one may walk or speak,
To encounter different class,
They'll each be pompous at their peak,
And tenacious near en mass,
But despite diverse conceptions,
Folk, they're all the same:
They differ mere by colour,
Impudence and name.
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A nice use of rhyme here.
A nice use of rhyme here.
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