Poems (Elliott)/March

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March
March First, a gay young Monarch he, As bold a blusterer as can be,With manners just a bit too free! He swings and buffets girls about,He minds not if they smile or pout, (And turns umbrellas inside out.) See how, with wild fantastic glee He's made an ice-boat out of me!
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