After meditation
upon ripples caused by a pebble thrown
in Pope's 'An Essay On Man'*,
I made up a story
with a pebble throne called Ripples -
a name more fitting a horse.
People neighed
in the presence of the queen
and started calling her Winnie.
She said, 'Look! I like a laugh,
but you'll lose your head
if you don't cut 'Winnie' in half.'
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