'To single condition you must adhere,
a stipulation of democracy,
that vote be taken and none interfere,
to resolve the fate of the abductee.'
'What new trick is this?' one ruffian sneers,
'Just give us the boy and be done with it.'
'Give him, then take me,' one wit volunteers,
a third simply scowls, hawks loudly, then spits.
'We shall keep it simple - if you agree -
the boy must return, then move you to stern;
if not move to bow,' spoke Penelope,
wisely electing foolery to spurn.
Following much muttering of foul jests,
almost all of the crew the stern, infests.
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Dragonish
PoetryPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
