I read my poem <br />about the maroon fairy <br />to a goose with orange legs <br />maybe it was the clash of colours <br />or the aroma of a varnish- flavoured sorbet <br />that caused him to stand stock-still <br />in front of the boat-house milk-bar <br /> <br />who's Oberon? <br />king of the fairies <br />I like the bit about <br />a cowslip-bell of dew he said <br /> <br />and <br />with a backward glance <br />his head turned one hundred and eighty degrees <br /> <br />does he have orange legs?<br /><br />Stephen Brian Brady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/richmond-upon-thames/
