Jaggerish

• i can't dance

• but, i do prance

• and, i prance like a filly

• yeah i know

  it looks so silly

• it should be

  called like a colt

  but, am no thunderbolt

  
  

  i can't fly

  but, i am sly

  and, glide like a jet

  yeah i know

  it looks like a bet

  it should be

  called like a stone

  but, am no black fat drone

  
  

  
  

Shame

a jittery sound

makes the virtues drown

a slippery ground

rests the successor's crown

and

the brook keeps taking birth from the puddle

a felony voiced

moans the unheard noise

a desire poised

casts the doomed choice

and

the crook keeps cursing the cuddle

[may wrath befall those spineless creatures who forget 'eir mum's nurture as a child, 'eir dame's love as gift of a girl-child -- who think success only comes in the form of a boy, an able successor...]