There once was a man from Nantucket...
Gone have I through field and stream,
Over sea and land and sea,
Flitting through the sleeper's dream,
In all waking poets see,
Through the lover's fingers skilled,
To the mourning, to the killed;
I have been through all your hearts,
And I've seen the naughty parts--
But relax, O, I approve!
And Iambe begs to move:
Keep your puns on all things lewd,
Keep your laughing attitudes,
Keep your hard, impassioned pleas
And viva risque poetry!
Typist: Iambe, Pan and Echo's daughter (no joke), Demeter's buddy, and the magnificently minor goddess of Rhyme, Having A Good Sense of Humor, and sexual freedom. ... she kind of fits in, don'tcha think?
Over sea and land and sea,
Flitting through the sleeper's dream,
In all waking poets see,
Through the lover's fingers skilled,
To the mourning, to the killed;
I have been through all your hearts,
And I've seen the naughty parts--
But relax, O, I approve!
And Iambe begs to move:
Keep your puns on all things lewd,
Keep your laughing attitudes,
Keep your hard, impassioned pleas
And viva risque poetry!
Typist: Iambe, Pan and Echo's daughter (no joke), Demeter's buddy, and the magnificently minor goddess of Rhyme, Having A Good Sense of Humor, and sexual freedom. ... she kind of fits in, don'tcha think?