Milan (Or A Poet's Lament) - Poem by William Porter
You strike such a contrived Victorian pose
(And it's the most irritating pose I know)
No offense, makes me ill!
Come on, now, friend. It has all been done
The field of love has been covered.
'Bedecked in flowers' as you would say
It has gone out of fashion
just like telegrams and God
You know, as well as I
This all comes down to style.
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