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[DISCLAIMER:  This is a fictive poem, addressed to a fictive audience by a fictive speaker.]

Did they really think Ariel was a Fairy,

mincing about on the state in pastel tights

(pink, or light blue, or maybe even cranberry)?

And do they think that poor sap, Caliban,

is just a maligned and misunderstood, somewhat awkward, man?

Or can evening windmills be spotted by flickering midsummer lights?

Starward