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| Narcissus
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| In
watery abysses, |
| Condemned
to cooler blisses |
| Than
this is, |
| Hisses |
| That
he misses |
| His
own kisses. |
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-2-
POEM
WITH A FOOTNOTE FOR A TITLE*
(*A vernissage is an art opening.)
| |
While
standing at the vernissage
Engaged in idle badinage
I fabricate some persiflage
To linger by your décolletage.
Could one actually massage
Such an obvious mirage?
At risk of social sabotage,
Employing tricks of espionage,
I infiltrate your entourage
And press my nose to your corsage.
A pair of turrets on the Taj!
Were you under my British raj
I’d put you through some strict dressage,
Inflict an oscular barrage
And park my tank in your garage. |
-3-
FROM
HIS COY MISTRESS
| |
Purge
Urge
To surge
On verge
Or we shall no more merge. |
-4-
TO
HIS BOY MISTRESS
| |
Never
shall
I stick my pal
In your banal
Canal. |
-5-
| |
Hate
Mate’s
Weight?
Won’t deflate?
Anticipate
Giving Kate/
Nate
Gate?
Wait!
Cogitate!
Neither fate
Nor plate:
Mental state!
Failure to sate!
Typical trait.
Don’t calumniate.
You too are stale mate—
Overweight,
Out of date,
Bald pate,
Loose plate.
Not so great.
Can irritate.
Too late
To eliminate.
Create!
Titillate!
Rejuvenate!
Treat like date!
(May have to fellate.)
All you do is prate,
You ingrate!
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