Raise the standard

[Leanne]

Where are the lepers a-leaping and dropping their
various bits on the floor?
Where are the jugglers and jug-smuggling uglies?
Give me a jester or four.
Come, entertain me with feudal frivolity,
fire-breathing fart-lighting friends,
end this ennui with new days of elder ways,
buck all these tedious trends
(Yes, I said buck, I’m aware there’s a rhyme there
I’m not always vulgar, you know)
Ponderous poems of ego are eulogies
written to kill me to sleep;
don’t follow blindly the Plath path emotional,
I’ve better uses for sheep.
(Yes, I am stooping, but groupies are useless
unless it’s for cleaning your arse)
Come, entertain with inventive insanity:
finish this versical farce
(No, not my poem, you rude nasty beastie --
all of the crap that I’ve read;
oh, yes, I see – it is shit that I’ve written,
bugger it – off with my head.)