In 2000 when too many poets were assessing or prophesying one or other century or millenium, I received this fresh and humorous poem from RALPH MONDAY. -ed.
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RALPH MONDAY
Chiron in the Refrigerator
He done done it again
The clopped hoofed bastard
Offspring of some imperialistic
Olympians. Just because he taught
Moves to an adolescent birthed by
A sea babe twiddled diddled in Zeus
Knows when, he thinks that he can
Come strutting in sucking on the last
Brewsky and I Nestor Bestor just seeking
A warm fire has to shovel his shtick.
I done been Odysseying too long.
Plops down his horse ass, gathers all four
Legs under, reaches for the last piece of pizza
Powers the clicker hits after a few bad channel
Surf moves to ESPN2 where halftime is buzzing
That all is a draw.
Like this age murmurs he. Trainers done wonders
For my old wound got me tuned better than Leda's
Raper ever did, sorta like Clinton that old guy living
Way up in the blue sky.
How's our boy doin Peleus' son
Hear he got Priam's boy on the run.
Commercials over pizza long repast
The two come together, after halftime,
In Neyland's stadium at long last.
Achilleus with his long ashen spear
Glorious resplendent in heavenly gear
Hector not shaking unyet deceived by
Athena's heavenly weave bounces outward
Striding so fast that he is unaware of his ass.
Three times three forever beyond they cast
Their lots on fortified grass. Chiron, roaring
Drinking a beer rises from his seat as though
He had just speared a deer.
Both casts missed on the first try, Hector
The more deceived did not know to fly.
Ha ha, ho ho the brave Trojan cried.
Replied great Achilleus: that's yo
Muther!
In came Athena blonde cheerleader
With pompons. Poor Hector did not
Realize that this day she was without
Tampons.
All his courage went so fast
Goddess cheerleaders bleeding in the grass
Ain't a good sign, so he turned to look
For a mime; alas, alack, avow her skirt
Turned up did him in somehow.
No brother more, no sister less
Poor breaker of horses was done
In by a dress.
Copyright R. Monday
Friday, November 17, 2000
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