Odysseus Blooms-day, June 16^th

Homer poured, in thousand wrote.

Distant lands with swords smote.

Hate and fate spelt siege of troy.

Famous made by wooden ploy.

Feigning training unheard beast.

Slogs to spurn Palamedes' feast.

Not Infirm mind yet scatters salt.

To seeing eyes sows the fault

Ithaca's reynard, fated king.

Ached for worlds, sea wave wing.

Machiavellian sly-boot, on the rail.

Rough hand ale; hung desolate sail.

Galling nerves hath tied to mast.

Tamed the surf, ebbed fury past.

Roaring tempests take to task.

Therein glory constructs to bask.

Decades done in wrath and whim.

Tumultuous waves on journey grim.

With morning vigor, onward race.

For slighter mortals set the pace.

Lesser men doth labor disgrace.

Labor disgraces no mans face.

Enticing sea nymph hid a seven.

Deathly grief in years to tavern.

Calypso naught in years wrench.

Counsels Hermes a livid wench.

Lent an ear and came to terms.

Closeted deep in vengeful germs.

Olden done yet grasped the bow.

Penelope ends her memory row.

Ithacensian wooers, done to woe.

Saw him string and ate the crow.

Suitors of Penelope were be slay.

Drew Odysseus, came the day.

Poorer than Irus, shalt who be?

Soul who bequeathed to the lee.

Swindler him, that done to dust.