A diminutive militarist,
To this miniature mujahideen,
This is the end of the monarchy;
the Lilliputian peril of a mother
before the interjection of a forefinger
fitted in infinitesimal resentment,
jacketed in black and bisque,
with limbs the lines of a thumbprint.
To this miniature mujahideen,
this little Armalite, this resolute rev,
the scene is proportionally obscene.
To us! A miniscule expletive.
This is the end of the monarchy;
with a glass rim for a corona,
her tergum dipped in honey
and a fatally messy metasoma,
the Lilliputian peril of a mother
trying to remain dignified
notwithstanding the perimeter
of slow saccharine insecticide
before the interjection of a forefinger
from a coarse summering Cockney
who plays Olympian to the Apocrita,
bemoaning his
sullied Somersby.