Orestes Poem by John Bliven Morin

Orestes

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O weep for the fate of proud Orestes,
Born with a pair of ten-pound testes;
Who tried to scale Troy’s immense walls,
But fell from the weight of those cursed b-ls,
And yet, the ground he never hit,
Snagged on the point of a parapet;
Cruel Trojans cared not one iotum
For the poor man hanging by his scrotum;
In fact, they struck him quite a lotta;
Orestes was the first piñata.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Caroline Bulleck 31 October 2012

This one made me laugh. You are a great poet of humorous topics.

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John Bliven Morin

John Bliven Morin

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