Scared the Pith Out of Him

pink patriot stalks the fruited plain
the pre- and post-pubescent alike
do stand together and shriek

Cracking voices absent for a day
only the solid, the anti-hollow,
the rich and pure do present themselves

the beating drums the beating the beating,
sudden stop, waiting motionless for return
that may or may not come,

And Lord Stanley makes a hasty retreat.