To my temporal’s rear, Poseidon’s pillow surfaces
Soaked by Aegean rain, the Egyptian cotton unfolds from original form
Olympian stones fall into the ripples of Atlas’s pores
May I wait? Word of mail is swift
Hasty Hermes is here to grant a kick
Then to trip over Medusa’s poison weave
Hercules, you can thrust, you can heave
But you won’t believe that I’ve caught your disease
A double whopper with cheese…




psampson2888
January 22, 2013 at 10:17 am
haha nicely done
Carl Paul Henneman
January 22, 2013 at 10:19 am
Packed a lot in that punch. Clever
Diane
January 22, 2013 at 10:26 am
Love this one
Charron's Chatter
January 22, 2013 at 11:01 am
wow. what an ending! Juxtaposing the ancient with Mickey Deez…pretty mc’mazing.
Leisa
January 22, 2013 at 3:20 pm
Very Clever!
Chatty Owl
January 22, 2013 at 11:40 pm
Oh how I love this! Such a powerful piece!