She'd Retract It


So she'll no longer tell us
In her so-circumspect new verse
Of men hard within
Rubbing up against her skin
She'd retract the words
Pretend we'd never heard
Yet what harm if she's bedded
Those mortal yet god-headed
Who are we to judge it fall
When Zeus or 'pollo comes to call
Upon a gentle maiden's court
They're not an unseemly sort
So be not bashful if you will
To give readers gentle thrill

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  1. Honey

    Honey on 02/01/2006 8:39 a.m. #


    <br />
    TAKE TWO<br />
    <br />
    He would wish for readers gentle thrill<br />
    In the same verse he administers bitter pill<br />
    I most definitely have no recollection<br />
    “Of men hard within<br />
    Rubbing up against her skin”<br />
    He can be certain that if he were close by<br />
    I would surely be letting the pillows fly<br />
    Oh Mikey!!! Are you alright?<br />
    Seems that one had an anvil within<br />
    Oh what a nasty surprise!<br />
    I thought it a little heavy to swing<br />
    And blood! <br />
    Oh my goodness<br />
    Wait right there<br />
    I’ll grab my nurse’s cape and hat<br />
    Must be your lucky day<br />
    I know just what to do to remedy that<br />
    <br />
    Well anyways, long as I have you here<br />
    Somewhat subdued upon the floor<br />
    I should make the most of this misfortune<br />
    To beseech for that which you still ignore<br />
    Give this reader a little thrill<br />
    Comon, say my name (Will? Bill? Phil? Damn…why’s he called Mikey...oh doesn't matter, he's not big on names anyway) <br />
    McChill<br />
    <br />
    N.B. The writer in no way endorses violence as a form of conflict resolution…I really don’t understand why he (the other writer/or 'the reader' as he may prefer to be called) suggested it :-S<br />
    <br />
    …oops my bad, sorry!...that was “be NOT bashful”...well…um…can you just please edit out that whole anvil thing then…ta baby :)<br />
    <br />

  2. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 02/01/2006 2:07 p.m. #


    Golden nectar with a sting<br />
    What is this so troubling thing<br />
    That anvils fly and feathers fall<br />
    Attacked in this most meagre hall<br />
    Oh I'll admit to loving pillows<br />
    But that last one would fell willows<br />
    <br />
    Love does not fast within me grow<br />
    First seeds of respect do sow<br />
    Friendship blooms with spring's lather<br />
    Then bees explore and to them gather<br />
    Within dark hives they collect<br />
    With dark 'cantations of their sect<br />
    <br />
    Sometimes from that love might grow<br />
    But it's not something I can know<br />
    Focusing on the goal will lead<br />
    To friendship fields gone to seed<br />
    So I try to enjoy my time<br />
    Smelling flowers like sweet wine

  3. Honey

    Honey on 02/01/2006 6:14 p.m. #


    <br />
    Behold the splendor of the rose<br />
    To which none other can compare<br />
    But heed the rudimentary caution <br />
    That to handle her with scorn<br />
    Should bear sharp encounter <br />
    With her stinging thorn<br />
    The bane to those who dare<br />
    <br />
    Her fragrant beauty desirable<br />
    For adornment from the days of old<br />
    To those that knowingly hold<br />
    With diligence and love<br />
    Respectful of her creation<br />
    In painful tears and blood<br />
    Her thorns will never turn them cold<br />

  4. Honey

    Honey on 02/10/2006 12:40 a.m. #


    <br />
    The Queen admits no strangers <br />
    Within her private chambers<br />
    Impropriety it would be deemed<br />
    To have tongues wag <br />
    Of encounters she’d had<br />
    When she aspires to be esteemed<br />
    <br />
    But shhhh…there is a young maid <br />
    Steals down unto the glade<br />
    Where she bathes alone in the stream<br />
    Escaping the life <br />
    Of royalty’s strife<br />
    To indulge in the freedom of dreams…<br />

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