Sappho

57Sappho

Sing to me, O muse, of the milkshake and the boys it brought to the yard…

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7 thoughts on “Sappho

  1. 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.”)

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