henry had a harlequin
he kept it in the yard
the creature was not amusing
but it tried hard
it couldn’t sing
and it couldn’t dance
it could not bake brownies
and was not suited for romance
it couldn’t juggle wineglasses
or balance bowling balls on its head
it stayed up all day
and went to bed
henry left the kingdom
and went on a trip
with a golden sword
held firmly in his grip
let to its own devices
the harlequin stayed home
with the happy that was greece
and the sad that was rome
someday the sun
will revolve around the earth
snakes and dinosaurs will dance
in a ritual of rebirth
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