Because I am by nature blind,
I wisely choose to walk behind;
However, to avoid disgrace,
I let no creature see my face.
My words are few, but spoke with sense;
And yet my speaking gives offence:
Or, if to whisper I presume,
The company will fly the room.
By all the world I am opprest:
And my oppression gives them rest.
BTW, do us all a favor and keep your answers clean.
This made me think of vampire bats!, but I really am terrible at the poetry ones.
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ReplyDeleteYou're on the right track anonymous. This is actually 'on the posterior' by Swift. Who knew anyone would ever right a poem about the posterior?
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