Sappho Posted on September 15, 2013 by tabulacandida Sing to me, O muse, of the milkshake and the boys it brought to the yard… Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
I know that we can never see The poems that oh, so sapphic be Poems where hungry mouths were prest Either to male or female breast Poems that we all can say Are largely lost to our modern day Poems that did so arrest Causing Lesbos such distress That their author sat, so forlorn On Sicily, where she was not born Of Free Love did Sappho so write That title “First Hippy” bear she might (Apologies to Joyce Kilmer for writing something even worse than “Trees.”)
Tabula Candida 
I had to look up who Sappho was first (sorry ^^’) but now it makes sense… Hilarious doodle 🙂
You never need to apologize for learning something new! Glad you enjoyed the doodle. 🙂
I know that we can never see
The poems that oh, so sapphic be
Poems where hungry mouths were prest
Either to male or female breast
Poems that we all can say
Are largely lost to our modern day
Poems that did so arrest
Causing Lesbos such distress
That their author sat, so forlorn
On Sicily, where she was not born
Of Free Love did Sappho so write
That title “First Hippy” bear she might
(Apologies to Joyce Kilmer for writing something even worse than “Trees.”)
*Applause!*
Applause … a smartphone application that gives gifts?
Yeah, I’ll be over here with my inkwell and carrier pigeons.
Have no fear, Gutenburg is here!