Oblivious, of Course
Ollie’s offensive,
but nothing to dread,
Out to oblige, as
he buries his head.
Feathers a-fly,
His schemes go awry
–
Outlining options,
omitted instead.
Every occasion, his
oompah is off.
Mid-obsolescing,
his plume he will doff.
Yet unaware
Others don’t care,
He still
misinterprets salute from a scoff.
c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson
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Fun poem this morning! I enjoy reading and singing your poetry - fun!
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Haha, I love the end there! He's just got everything backward, doesn't he? :)
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