MASTERPIECE #2720

/// Odysseus struggled ashore.
Nausicaa spied him and swore,
“You echo our nudity,
proving your crudity.”
Wet wash was then hurled, which he wore.

/// The Ithacan, now in a quandary,
was suddenly thoughtful and pondery.
“I may endlessly roam,
but can never reach home
while draped in her handmaidens’ laundry.”

/// When later our hero unravels
the tale, to his wife, of his travels.
He leaves out these cuties,
(each one of them beauties),
and thereby eliminates cavils.

/// Odysseus drolly regales
all Ithaca with his bold tales
of Ilium, of course,
that huge wooden horse,
and the single round eye he impales.

/// Of Nausicaa, though, and her girls
(who glowed bright in his mem’ry like pearls),
he said not a thing.
It took Homer to sing
of these babes in the wine-dark sea’s swirls.