Rasputina

Utopian Society


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There once were two utopian societies
Pavonia, land of the peacocks
And Swaanendael, valley of the swans
Both have trade
Miserably

There, behind every chair,
A negro slave
The blackest of the black!

A tired and white
Standing ready to attend to each guest
Such as the corrupt and exotic Governor
Lord Cornbury, whose custom it was
To take a daily stroll dressed
In silk gowns like a fashionable lady
In this he failed
Miserably

Lord Cornbury did this, his friends said,
To demonstrate his resemblance
To his cousin, Queen Anne
His impetuosity, however,
Did not extend to marrying a manor milkmaid
"Chee!", he left

Square in shape
With a hip roof and a belfry in the center


Writer/s: Melora Creager