'Ulysses' is a buck of a ride
Wherever you get on inside.
The end is no canter
Molly's a ranter
Stopping she cannot abide.
She rants a long distance
To Gibraltar for instance.
She's trained hard for the meet.
You can't begrudge her her feat.
But then she pulls down her pants.
And rants, on the potty no less,
Raves about Poldy's largess,
Lists bucks she's had in the sack,
Likes a Bloom tongue in her crack.
We've had a buck of a ride by her 'Yes'.
Thank you for the notes, it makes the poem more enjoyable. The succinct style of the triptych certainly conveys the data in a concentrated and intense manner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An amusing poem, full of insight.