Happy the happy
but what are three-legged elephants
suppose to be happy about?
Let them confide with their aches, mainly
No groaning, of suffering's cup drink steep
Go hills and fly kites when March winds strong
Smoke sauna in monastic confinement
Paint your canvasses Van Gogh or Pollack
Taking care not to offend unnecessarily
Nor make your floors blood slippery
though you be born three legged
Ladies be ladies. Men be gentle!
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