“Has Medusa a terrible stare?”
Yes, her glare means farewell if you dare
try to risk a fair fight,
for you’ll freeze at first sight!
And the eyes! And the snakes in her hair!
“I just knew as I rode over water
that in combat I should give no quarter,
so I kept my eyes peeled
when I looked in the shield
and I cut off her head as I fought her!”
“But I never saw severed-head djinni,
whom I popped in a sack, what a meanie!
What to do with said hag
whose head’s now in a bag?
Why, I’ll gift it to Pallas Athene!”
Said the goddess, “Why give it to me?
I have powers enough, can’t you see?”
“Well, all girls have a thing
for jewellery and bling…”
“Woah, just stop there, you young MCP!”
“No, listen, you’ll like what I say!
On your breastplate or shield it can stay.
It’ll work like a charm
your foes to disarm,
do your work as you rest and you play!”
So that’s why she wears a Medusa,
a fearsome old terror producer!
“I’m now justly famous
for combat, the same as
for wisdom, so thanks, Perseus, sir!”
Thanks for my morning chuckle!
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The ripples of that chuckle have been observed over the ether…
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Reblogged this on calmgrove and commented:
My saga of Perseus is finished, though his status is thereby diminished: courageous as Theseus and sly as Odysseus but lucky — this dish remains un-squished!
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Ah, the bardic tradition goes on. Delightful rhymes and rhythms…especially the last one.
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You’re too kind, Simon — though that bardic tradition is more Getafix than Taliesin I’m afraid!
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