Apologies to WH Auden. None to the Dean of Students at Coral Academy, who thinks Auden's too racy for a poetry recital.
Watching the bumbling Dean, I know quite well
That, for all I care, she can go to hell.
No blinkered horse is half so blind
As a prude with a bridled, harnessed mind.
"Turn off the world outside, the unpristine.
When all is darkness, all equally clean."
If equal cleanliness, though, cannot be,
Let the more wretched one be me.
A Dean that won't endure "hell" or "damn"
Has the moral vigor of a jellied ham.
(Especially if the ham's a butt;
How's that for inappropriate?)
If jellied hams were all to rot away
Would they be mourned, even for a day?
Or would we jeer them, damn them all to hell?
Only time and poetry will tell.