A Hunchback's Fantasy
I'm just a tramp who sits and begs,
Couldn't help but notice your shapely legs,
Then when I looked up into your face
The thoughts that came - Oh, what a disgrace!
No, I'm no handsome king or prince
With a silver tongue that could convince
You even to spare a thought for me
As I sit here in my poverty;
Nothing I say could prove my worth,
I'm just a vagrant man of earth,
Your face might launch a thousand ships
But I'll dream of the jewel between your hips!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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