One dignity delays for all —
One mitred Afternoon —
None can avoid this purple —
None evade this Crown!
Coach, it insures, and footmen —
Chamber, and state, and throng —
Bells, also, in the village
As we ride grand along!
What dignified Attendants!
What service when we pause!
How loyally at parting
Their hundred hats they raise!
Her pomp surpassing ermine
When simple You, and I,
Present our meek escutheon
And claim the rank to die!
Even the simplest get great honor and dignity–during their funeral ride!
Brian, you are a disgrace to the United States and all of the beauty that this poem contains.
This poem is an allusion to Global Warming and Three’s Company. It’s obvious that thats what it is and i shouldn’t have to tell you all htis