Prufrock Panned
Gads, Profrock
Stop your groaning,
whining and complaining
about rolled trousers
and peaches.
And what's all this moaning
leaning out of windows?
Fortget about those salt-parched Mermaids.
(They probably sing off key anyway)
Take a chance!
Eat that peach.
Let Peter Pan be your North Star.
Tug on green tights
and fly!
