Once More Unto The Gulf, Dear Friends Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

ONCE MORE UNTO THE GULF, DEAR FRIENDS

“I ran! ” said the Shah, in a hurry,
but the opposite seems to be true: -
“Queue, wait”, while “I rack”, ere I scurry
from flurry of flashlights off cue! »
Said a sad damnèd man who would curry
his f[l]avours with Palestine stew, -
but the moral’s engulfed as most worry,
and only I, sphinx-like, speak true.




20 October 1990
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© Jonathan Robin