Lionera Skimgold (poem)

  Lionera Skimgold   Lionera Skimgold had been almost a cavalier She had ankle-wedged herself with camelotish Leanings on the leap from Maid of the Chambers With blunt scissors cut into Eleanor of Aquitaine’s court And then her pointless tendency to make herself cozy Tripped her down to a town council One might picture Lionera […]