Heart Of Stone

Medusa couldn’t get a boy

No matter how she tried

She had a go at on-line dating

But on her profile she lied

She was hoping for some desperate lad

Looking for a bride

But when she posted pictures

They would run away and hide

She spends many an hour

Teasing and straightening her snakes

And applying subtle make-up

To up the beauty stakes

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Freedom At Last

Flames raged in the cornfields around it,

Bobbing there in stagnant waters

Tethered to a solid mooring post

With a thick, coarse rope.

Each spark from the furnace

A risk to its rotting timbers

As it took hold and smouldered

And smoked and spread

Oars crossed and laid on its floor

And the spattered markings of crows

Bleaching spots of ...

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