are revived in this place
by that well-hiden face.
I shall call her not Funny but Fanny.
Rest assured I shall never reveal
how in youth an erotic appeal
had me gaze into space
amidst ruffles and lace
and the sounds of our glockenspiel.
Though the language, while used by the Queen
did not offer itself to this teen,
hence I call my old Nanny
only now my old Fanny
it’s the curse of an Odyssean.
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