Ulysses

Gerty wished to goodness she could read in Greek and Latin

And understand the pattern

Of the sillygistic form.

At home she’d hoped to hone her love of Homer

Agamemnon put her in a coma

And neither coaching nor my coaxing could reform.

Instead she upped all night with Ratty, Mole and Toad

With iambic pentameter she measured up the road

And bunkered for the storm.

With well-thought out stretching and phsycometric testing

And several hours of resting

She could not meet the form.

Grant Fenton 1988

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