Odysseus

Why thou pine for Penelope,

When Calypso, thy love, sings soulful notes?

In tune with weaving on her loom

‘Wine and dine’ and grieve not

As long as thou stay by me here

‘Tis too short to breathe long

Go and shake thy legs in midst of nubile gals

Forget the past around a blazing fire

High upon a hill top against the bay

At the mouth of a dark cave

Which go mesmerizing the passers-by

To die for a merry-go-round.