our lavish lawn

we dined out on our lavish lawn 
with lyrical intent, 
we drank eternal oolong tea 
our heavy faces bent 

the moments fell like unfair rain, 
the wind was warlike, zealous -- 
we dined on handsome, able fare; 
now aren't you nice and jealous?

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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