The Happy Country
The king of Norway wears a top-hat and looks
like an old fashion plutocrat, it will be wrong
of you to think so because, he is a man of
the people, he say so himself. The streets of
Oslo is empty and no Latin rhythm flies out of
open café doors, this is mainly because the king
has gone to the opera, which is placed in a fjord.
And since there is no aristocracy he has taken
along a fourth generation of politicians and a third
generation TV personalities; all, let’s no forget this,
can point to a forefather who was a fisherman or
a crofter. There are not many shipping dynasties
present, if there are they try not to rock the boat,
rumours have it they mostly live in the Bahamas.
The king’s loyal subjects participate too, they sit
at home watch TV, seeing him applaud the singers
on the stage. As peace descends over the land my
wish is for the king of Norway to go lose that hat.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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