Wintercearig Poem by Somendra Gaur

So thee decided to row thy quinquereme,
Thou art the twitterpated man seeking thy canceled stamp;

Thou art the mobbled afreet,
Thee shall hold thy torch uptight,
Thou art the soul-wright,
Thee shall carry thy magic with sleight;

The world is talking about fairies and fairs,
Who wants to know'bout thy antemortem confessions of romantic affairs?

Row thy quinquereme thyself,
O man with blessed ears,
Row thy quinquereme
till the end of the Pacific.