Monday 23 October 2017

Hot Rods, Marble Quads, and Toga Wads

Iris was a messenger for gods

She and her sister were at odds

Golden one got all the lauds

'Arks' liked the boys with bods

They liked flying broads

But they were clods

Zeus sent squads

Mean frauds

Gods

(A nonet. )

...he ripped off her irridescent  fairy wings like a child with a fly.
Anytime a goddess tries to get a leg up by letting men get a leg over it ends up in pain, shame, disgrace, and despair.
Be prepared to live in hell.

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