Leave it to Clarice (a poem)

By Mimi Evans Winship

Leave it to Clarice to tell a tale of exactly who they are.

Her colorful and precise description is the best I’ve read so far.

Let them prance in purple, pirouette in golden spins.

Let the length of their pointy shoes reach their jutting chins.

Let the clanging of their swords be the music of the spheres.

Nailing the vacuous eco-celebs was neatly done. Thanks, Clarice, and cheers!

Mimi Evans Winship

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