Helen Of Troy Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

She asked if I were to write a poem about her,
she wants to know 'is she my Helen Of Troy.'
It's true, the holes I'm finding in my boat
are causing quite the stir.
Said she,
I ought employ, a full time Water boy.
Is she unaware I am
not a broken horse.
Nor her backside
I shan't bend low to kiss.
With short shrift she runs the course.
Bold and swift upon her horse
but, what a pity
dearest Helen
won't loosen up the bit.
Does she not know
first I'd have to die.
Before she then may write my elegy.
The boat, the boy, the horse
all yours,
high time I said goodbye.
Lest Helen's magic
bend my other knee.

Buddy Bee Anthony

Re-edited 02/01/2023 @3: 00 PM Pacific Standard Time