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Zeus lusting for the noble nymph Danae Gathered his clouds to screen his desires Called on Hephaistos to stoke up the fires Called for Ares to sharpen his weapons ∼His startling hard-thrusting lightning ∼His ear-cracking thunderous bolt ∼His chariot’s horses … Continue reading
Widow Cob and the spinster Daff Together cobbling a crafty craft A wily web stretched across the path To snag unwary pedlers as they pass Bind him, cocoon him, store him for later Suck out his blood, his plasma, his … Continue reading
Marjorie Dore crouched in front of the tree Marjorie Dore cocked her head the better to see. Mama told me fairies live here Mama said I had to beware Are you listening, fairies? Do you hear? Then best you take … Continue reading
Named for a lively local lass Notable, her wide-bottomed windlass Plenty of gumption, topped with brass Hands always occupied, holding a glass The mayor at the festival named her first class Come one, come all, no need of a boarding … Continue reading
beside a stream, within dream beside a track, that fell from a back in a dell, fed by a green well in a cot, that no hands got covered and buried, by a shrub darkly berried guarded and railed, by … Continue reading
The water all has gone away Glistening sand now fills the bay What has happened, you may ask (Though muffled behind your medical mask) No mystery here, no invading bugs Just the wretched giants have pulled the plugs!
Sid was one hell of a guy with the girth of a giant and the heart of a saint, Nelly always was laughing, the happiest soul without restraint. They met one night at the harbour’s mouth, colliding, for lack of … Continue reading
Perplexed, you say, pondering And I wonder what perplexities you mull upon now What confusion found though the evidence was clearly presented What contradictions cleverly wrought – in your opinion – to baffle and snaffle you What oxymorons, what tautologies, … Continue reading
He who made me did not want me Left me with the empty pots He who made me didn’t love me Left me unpainted, here, forgot He who cast a mould to form me Upped his roots and departed He … Continue reading