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Five random facts you asked of me,
I'll write them here for you to see;
This may seem to be in a rush,
For that I can but nod and blush.

I have a certain deficiency:
I cannot see from tree to tree.
And yet, up close I perceive all
(Especially if it's something small)
And I think the fog that surrounds
Actually provides clarity
In my not-so-everyday rounds.

To two, to wit: I have my fears
That spring with all the months and years.
Insectoids of bloody fervour,
That fly and buzz blue murder,
Scare me to pupils contracted
And Fight-or-Flight re-enacted.

Let us not dwell on number two
(Although I assure you that I do),
Let’s get on our bike to three,
Which likes to dress like a marquis,
And strut and stride around the stage
In any costume of the age.
To act, for me, is to create
Anything I wish to make.
But now to number three ‘au revoir’,
We’ll see him at the correct hour.

Four facts, building up to five, approach
Completion close. Time to encroach...
I am a quarter Seychellois
Which means I come from isles afar,
And that my grandmother is French.
I do hope that’s not such a wrench,
Because...well the French ARE the French.

Mais je parle assez bien, en fait...
Oh no! That would be five already met.
No, forget that,
Forget,
I say,
And know I once went to a place
Where dreaming spires arose with grace,
The universe was discussed by day,
And so much more dreamed to convey,
And all of history was taught,
And Roman battles likely fought.
It felt like home to me...
But as for that, it’s yet to see.