A sly fox invites the Doves and
Bearded serpents for a banquet!
This invitation, punctuated by
Previous filthy small ones
Behind the grey curtain!
Serpents' saliva craftily flows,
waiting impatiently, breathlessly
For the would-be Dukedom!
Doves, innocently, stare
for a twinkling star.
The fox, cunningly,
Combs the distances,
Bare- feet to and fro,
Hither, and thither
Polishing his known image
And bleaching his yellow teeth!
For the swivel seat,
The fox shamelessly pants!
His words begin to suggest
An inviting grubby deal!
News of feigned hospitality spread,
The honourable maintain
A distance- watching!
The banquet's time draws nearer.
Venue: on high MINARET.
Bearded serpents and doves pile up,
The fox, on their bodies, climbs up,
Kicks the heap out!
Looks down at their scattered bodies!
On high, upon the summit,
The fox laughs!
The Doves wander,
Serpents scavenge,
Honourable, down yonder
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