The World Is Mine Poem by John Bliven Morin

The World Is Mine



A parody
As I passed the opera house,
I met a man of enormous size;
“Hello, ” I said in greeting him,
A large man whose bright eyes,
Sound ears, and sturdy frame
Suggest a robust, healthy body.
“Baritone? I asked, “Basso, perhaps
“No, ” he squeeked, “I’m a castradi.”
Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two b-ls; the world is mine.

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John Bliven Morin

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