Philip bestrides his fast, fine yacht,
he’s Momma’s little lobbus.
He still won’t wash behind his ears -
or go to shool on Shabbos.
Philip stands upon his burning deck,
less man than Colossus.
It’s clear he dreams of Arcadiae
where he tells ‘em who the boss is!
© Natalie Wood (04 November 2018)
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