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archy says hooray<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Andy Croft<\/em><\/p>\n boss i have heard Fearful Symmetry<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n for Sheree Mack<\/p>\n by Andy Croft<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018Each has a gift that Nature gave,<\/em> The lion shakes its regal mane, What artist\u2019s palette \u2019ere revealed Alas, far from the critics\u2019 praise Frustrated by their dark estate, While waiting for the six-legged crowd And so, while other creatures sing <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" archy says hooray by Andy Croft boss i have heardsome human beans thinkhungry and homeless peopleare like cockroaches iam flattered at last some humans beans feelsorry for…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":368,"featured_media":12678,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12679","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12679","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/368"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12679"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12679\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12678"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12679"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12679"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12679"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
some human beans think
hungry and homeless people
are like cockroaches i
am flattered at
last some humans beans feel
sorry for us poor insects
hooray there is
hope for some human beans after
all either that or the
human beans who think
hungry and homeless people
are like cockroaches
are worse than
cockroaches we would
never be so unkind
archy<\/p>\n
But some their neighbour\u2019s fame must crave.\u2019<\/em>
– Ivan Krylov<\/p>\n
The monkey thumps his chest,
The narwhal waves its tusk, the crab his claws;
The peacock flaunts its gorgeous train,
The bowerbird his nest,
The civet sprays her musk, the tiger roars,
As they will:
Creation on the catwalk dressed to kill.<\/p>\n
Such bright and vivid hues?
What hand or eye could frame such drop-dead threads?
What cobbler\u2019s last has ever heeled
So many fuck-me shoes?
This cattle-market game of turning heads
Means your date
Is either your next meal or else your mate.<\/p>\n
There dwells Arachne\u2019s kin
Whose intricate designs go unrewarded;
Condemned by vain and boastful ways
To sit alone and spin
And know their silken lines are not applauded,
Spiders must
Live out their days in realms of gloom and dust.<\/p>\n
The eight-legged tribe agreed
To give a special prize to Nature\u2019s spinners;
So others might appreciate
The art that spiders need,
They asked their friends the flies to crown the winners.
As it does,
The teeming insect world began to buzz.<\/p>\n
To hit the spiders\u2019 gala,
Each thought her own design beyond compare,
Original, authentic, proud \u2013
But flies know that the parlour
Where spiders like to dine, that winding stair,
Leads us straight
To something that no art can imitate.<\/p>\n
And preen and prance and puff,
This cobweb crew\u2019s always the world\u2019s outsiders;
When artless Nature does its thing,
And struts its gorgeous stuff,
The little beady gaze of every spider\u2019s
Still on the prize,
In realms of dust and dark, still counting flies.<\/p>\n