TWO CENTS FOR PENNY
Is Penelope stupid or what for trusting a man
who's meanwhile screwing out his brains
with not one, but--count 'em ladies--two
witch goddesses on assorted mornings,
sundry evenings on hot Med isles?
And when in Ithaka he's sprawled again before the fire,
should she really believe his solemn word:
"I was only
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