Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Penny Drop

She's no Penelope, this one
Who went and got herself a new
And improved model lover for
Summer before Odysseus

Even left for the war to end
Their world. She's no Penelope
Who looked forward to fresh suitors
Before her man walked out that door

He might not walk through anymore.
She's no Penelope who told
Him he was looking old and bored,
That life on Ithaca was dull,

That his beard was getting scruffy,
That he ate poorly, that he snored.
She needed a more social life,
More dancing, fun, her kind of crowd.

Before he left she measured him
And got right to work on his shroud.
So no, she's no Penelope,
But she said she was and was proud.

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