Slave To Rhyme

Poetry by Lora Frikken

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Monday, June 12, 2006

Rush Hour Rubáiyát
(With apologies to Omar Khayyam)

A scrap of toast,
the jelly jar is empty;
A glass of wine,
aren't jelly jars handy?
A glimpse of thou,
dashing out the door;
A glimpse of me,
mopping up the floor.
A hidden book,
beneath the bed;
Who says Playboy
is never read?
A song of love,
out on the porch;
Meet me tonight
by the Tiki torch.
Romance is not
dead and gone;
It’s only lying there
passed out on the lawn!

Lora Frikken ~ 6-12-06

Here is the verse I adapted:

From: The Rubáiyát
By Omar Khayyam
Written 1120 A.C.E.

(Verse) XII
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

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