Penelope Calliope
in her eccentricity
Sat each day at half past three
to take her cup of unsweet tea
The rooster in the morn
would be her only scorn
itching in the wool she'd worn
until all the sheep were shorn
Eggs in a basket
and a basket for a dime
All would be collected
in the summertime
This was to her a heaven
grander than the city life
Yes it had its aches and pains
but so very little strife
Here the stars could see her
and she could see them too
Nobody was ever bored here
without a thing to do
People played their politics somewhere
and practiced religion week by week
but Penelope was truly the queen
living here in her kingdom meek
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PuisiBlue the bottle and water red and little fishes swim in my head Your morose melody All at once got stuck in me and there I wept in my shame For your pain I could never tame Deep poetry for drinking deeply. All content in this book is under copyright...
