An Ode to I Know Who

Ought I to blush?
Am I a lush
To spend the night
In Dionysus’ arms
inebriated by his charms?
A Bacchanalian revelry,
My Lord, I cry, It’s most unlike me!

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17 Responses to An Ode to I Know Who

  1. Sadje says:

    A lovely, intriguing poem


  2. Dale says:

    Oh hell no! You are no lush! There is nothing wrong with enjoying Dionysus’ charms – much safer than drinking and driving (I know, you don’t drive but stay with me 😉 )

    Nothing wrong with letting loose and enjoying life’s pleasures 🙂

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  3. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Enjoying life is never a crime 😆

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Joy Pixley says:

    Sounds like an absolutely lovely evening to me! A toast, then, to revelry!

    I don’t mind being lush (ah, what a difference the missing “a” makes) but I prefer these definitions:
    * Growing luxuriantly
    * Very rich and providing great sensory pleasure
    * Sexually attractive


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  5. Brian Bixby says:

    Indeed, much unlike you. I at least have the excuse that E&J is a brand of brandy.

    Liked by 1 person

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