Abandon Malfeasance, My Cobweb Doctor
You wouldn't want a cobweb
That its maker had condemned
Festooned about your privates
While your heart is on the mend.
It might not spoil your nightmares
But Arachne's dreams would sour
Her handiwork to see so
Bereft of style and power
You shouldn't keep an apple
where an apple shouldn't go.
Don't touch your doctor's daughter
on the part that doesn't show.
It might not reach his hearing
but he'll feel you tug the thread,
that binds his child's innocence
To whom he'd have her wed.
You would prefer the cobweb
To the ball of tangled twine
Recall poor Ariadne
and her looming deadly line,
and the pity the poor Minotaur
Whose pointless horns grew snared
On the tree of bitter oranges
That sweetness never spared
Contributors: | Roland, Anon., loaf, hagfish, Paddy Raghunathan, anon, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Hagfish, mcb. |
Poem finished: | 23rd June 2003. |