She'd Retract It
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Vindaloo.
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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Mike C. Fletcher, the VRPlumber, is a philosopher of design turned computer programmer based in Toronto, Canada. He works primarily in the Python programming language, and maintains a large number of Open Source software packages. You can reach him at: mcfletch@vrplumber.com.
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 />
âOf men hard within<br />
Rubbing up against her skinâ<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 />
Iâll grab my nurseâs 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? Damnâ¦whyâs he called Mikey...oh doesn't matter, he's not big on names anyway) <br />
McChill<br />
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N.B. The writer in no way endorses violence as a form of conflict resolutionâ¦I really donât understand why he (the other writer/or 'the reader' as he may prefer to be called) suggested it :-S<br />
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â¦oops my bad, sorry!...that was âbe NOT bashfulâ...wellâ¦umâ¦can you just please edit out that whole anvil thing thenâ¦ta baby :)<br />
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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
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 />
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 sheâd had<br />
When she aspires to be esteemed<br />
<br />
But shhhhâ¦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 royaltyâs strife<br />
To indulge in the freedom of dreamsâ¦<br />