His love tackled him
And he gasped.
She was strong,
Golden muscular without
A forgiving inch of fat.
“You’re like a Spartan warrior
Woman,” he said, laughing
As she subdued him.
“It’s called exercise,” she replied,
“You should try it.”
The man considered exercise and basked
In the lazy sunlight
Of their shared afternoon.
“No thanks,” he replied at last,
“I am a born Athenian.”
Somewhere in the depths of history
Socrates laughed,
Patting his fat belly.
2 comments:
I wrote this poem when I was in college. That's all I have to say about that.
What is it with the Greeks today? Makes me want to eat Saganaki and drink Retsina.
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