With my mind drawing blanks and little time to spare
….as this post comes due, I hope you will bear
with four poems previously published, not saying where….
but near in spirit to my last post’s bill of fare:
Narcissus was too perfect for sex or pelf;
He longed only to gaze in love at himself….
The moral of which is that, even in myths,
Too much reflection may be your nemesis.
THE BOOK OF WISDOM
Thou shalt not commit adultery,
Nor shalt thou covet thy neighbor’s spouse.
Shouldst thou succumbeth to temptation,
Thou shalt not covet in thy neighbor’s house.
And so, when wise men say to you
Love’s a game for dreamers and fools….
That a lady fair
Doesn’t play by the wise men’s rules.
\/ Madame’s cleavage so fair; yet
xx he must pretend not to see;
~~ he knows well the song:
/\ Let it be; Let it be.
She may say, if he peeks,
he’s just looking for thrills….
but innocence is a broad, and she
gets There’s ogle in them thar hills.