Ships Upon the Ocean
Mythica wishes me to curse her
might she tell the tale of our
troubles to find make script for the
fools of Olympus. She then shall
become pregant that the Gods of mortals
shall see her troublings and have sympothy
on her. Aphodiety might smile
and whisper to him: unmounted she
shall have favor. Speak ill of me and
they shall gather to make my
wways unpleaseant and
altered.
Amist the screples of words
might she untangle the
Sorra and read. To stand
foolish and unwanted!
Oh yeah world of men
she her in troublin
site her wicked ways
speak of her as such
oh ye men of men of wisdom
might her sufferage
sought the slender
stand before the nights
barest known of gender
"Peel my grapes and Feed Me
Might you than be his
until then Might she love me
than she shall be his
peel my grapes and feed me
a simple skilless chore
Might I speak of you caring
how you love and chore"
From the Book Fetch the Citole' By a Dry Places
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2023
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