Statutes of satirist.

statutes of satirists playing

spoons on steaming bowls 

the clouds that changed their Latin names

they stooped below where a fig fruit grows

as they cut loose and pose like a tiger 

Children playing drums along the road

a imaginary fellow you thought 

You might once of known 

Now seems to have crossed the road

with its quivers quills and bows

There’s a barrel of rain in spring

A Inked and blushed filled glass.