Gaius is a man
All men are Mortal
svcks to be Gaius
A most peculiar thing is
Sometimes I seek it
But mostly it finds me.
The Virgins lay supine
unable to protest.
There would be no escape for them
from what would happen next.
One moment young and ripe and sweet
The next pressed into olive oil
and sauteed by a flame
I open up my door
and I see you again.
I told you just last week
not to come back again.
Although you were a childhood friend,
You're just a stalker in the end
You'll wind up on the streets again
I have my snow plough ready.
A Rose without a thorn
I knew a rose without a thorn,
The rarest bloom that grows
She blossomed, briefly, beautifully,
Right there beneath my nose.
I fear that I will never see
Another bloom as fair,
Except in memory, ever green,
Her fragrance lingers there
The Lliad- in 50 words or less
Paris stole Agamemmon's woman.
Hector Killed Patroclus in a fight.
Achilles took revenge against the Trojan,
but otherwise sat sulking in his tent.
Odysseus, the ever resourceful Greek,
built a wooden horse.
Final score: Greeks 1, Trojans 0
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts!
A knife in the Heart
His victim lay helplessly
there on the table.
He picked up the blade
with the handle of sable.
With no thought of mercy
He hefted the knife
And cut out the heart
of that innocent life.
It would do for a side dish
A garnish for meat.
An artichoke heart
Is a healthy taste treat.
baby Robbie (a Triolet)
The Snow lay gently on the ground
the day that you were born
Lay where it fell without a sound
The day that you were born.
I took you, son into my arms
(depite the nurses' faint alarms)
and sang a lullaby by Brahms
The snow lay gently on the ground
the day that you were born.
She took my breath away
just by her being near
Her long red ginger hair
Her dangerous curves, her sparkling pair
of eyes that chanced to look my way
Just as the wind snatched my toupee
(That knocked the wind out of my sail)
That left me paunchy, bald and pale.
I guess I might as well exhale.
Remember, Remember to vote in November
put all the incumbents to rout.
I know of no reason
their fiscal near treason
Ought ever to be forgot.
To murder the dollar
(or at least make it holler)
Just keep spending more - don't relax
The party is over, we're not sitting in clover
We'll be up to our eyeballs in tax