On the Discovery of Bacchus and Lovely Clothespins

Member since 2003 · Posted 7 Oct 2004 · 2 comments

Dionysus, cruel father of wine Whose horns ought be covered in vine Hath stolen away Both the night and the day Leaving chaos and discord behind In case you've not already found That your odor is upmost unsound We will stay far away From your reeking bouquet And make sure we don't spread it around

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[n/a] MacFrantic 7-Oct-04/1:26 PM Reply

This is my one hundreth poem on the site! Under three pseudonyms of course! Keep on keepin' on.

[9] <{Baba^Yaga}> 8-Oct-04/2:50 AM Reply

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