An Aristocrat And A Peasant - Poem by Chris Lane
You've trapped and consumed my Pheasant
said the aristocrat to the Peasant
and seeing as I own you Peasant
I duly pass on you my judgment.
I love Pheasants but detest Peasants
and will miss the bird much more than you
Bon Voyage, to Botany bay you are bound.
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