Penelope said,
“O Odysseus,
You are nice,
Sometimes charming,
For all your stealth
And so-called cunning.
And Machiavellian
Maneuverings,
Of Greece and Troy alike
Those delusions of grandeur,
Bursts of humour,
And all those strange,
Wanderings,
Through Illium and Olygia,
You prefer ennui,
Habit is your god,
System your deity
Routine is your duty,
I could go on and on,
it’ll be a big yawn yarn,
I don’t how to say this,
But it’s time to break it,
O Odysseus,
You are nice,
Sometimes charming,
But boring
And predictable,
So welcome to your throne,
And take back your crown,
But I have to bid adieu”
Driving a stake through his heart,
She wend her way to the eight and hundred,
Those suitors who had piled up
Like rats in a gutter.
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