SIN OF PRIDE
Free Xpression, Vulume XIII, Issue 8, p. 26
But never have I seen before
An ego grow so tall
That should it flip or turn its weight
It has so far to fall.
For what she said was such a jolt
She forced me to exclaim,
"You've earned the first of terraces
In Dante's second game."
But Ovid judged on what she spoke,
And chose his verdict well.
The black and white Antarctic bird
Is her idea of Hell.
I'm sad to say the verdict fair;
She hates a freezing floor.
A pair of flippers are a must
For birds who cannot soar.
She stumbles from her awkward walk,
Her flippers stretch and flap.
She's learned to do the tummy glide
And stand to take a nap.
But can I have my love return?
I will not kiss a beak.
The losing only makes me want
To hear that sinful speak.
I'm sure she's changed her ways by now,
Although I can't say when.
So Ovid, please, I'm begging you
To change her back again.
Then never have I seen before
An ego be so free
As what a wish was granted for
That brought her back to me.
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