I Was a Grasshopper

In a previous life

not very prestigious

you used to be a fucking

Southern debutant and once the king of England

Insect and aristocrat

I rose you fell

We meet in the humble middle a muddle

You ask if I miss my grasshopper days

Strumming and sulking in the weeds

I ask if you long for scepters and ballgowns

I teach you a card game

Maybe casino or gin rummy

You read a book aloud.

About Karen To and Fro

Everything you didn't want to know about me!
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