There was a little Guinea pig,
Who, being little, was not big;
But from its head down to its feet
It was extremely good
to eat
There was a little Guinea pig,
Who, being little, was not big;
But from its head down to its feet
It was extremely good
to eat
Though he is immortalized in the tale
Of Saint George and
the Dragon
It is as one of the
Fourteen Holy Helpers
That his patronage is
built upon
When you sit next to me
The skies seem to
brighten
I feel sunlight on my skin
And all my senses heighten
Just being in such
close proximity
Makes my old heart lighten
Just imagine if you
only knew me
Then I’d be as invincible
as a titan
Versatile Polyhymnia
Muse of singing
Muse of mime
And of sacred dancing
Though a cool day
The spring sunshine,
Was hot through the
glass
And combined with the
wine
And an excellent lunch
It wouldn’t be long
methinks
Before I slowly succumbed
To the long blinks
It was noisy and unrestrained
Ill-disciplined and
bestial
A rambunctious coupling
That was making her squeal
Smoldering looks
Flaming desire,
Lustful tingling’s
And passionate fire
Eager anticipation
Tantalizingly relishing
Adds to the fantasy
For later embellishing