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Oh Me. Oh My.

By Paul Alan Fahey

You must remember this,
Merope wed Sisyphus and that's the reason why.
Her sisters hold their noses high when they fly by.

And let us not forget,
Merope loved sans regret that trickster what a guy.
The gods were mad as they could be,
they let him die.

Blindings and funerals,
Sisy met his fate.
Down, down to Hades
where he lost some weight.

Then he returned since Hades let him skate,
with one more chance he'd try.

Merope was not excited,
for her happiness Sis blighted
but Hades he was sly.

He sent Sis up and down a hill,
oh me, oh my.


© 2002 Paul Alan Fahey. All Rights Reserved.

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