Updated: Oct 26
Never apologize, never explain.
—Benjamin Disraeli
Mousekewitz* has a thing for Selene—
Someone told him that her cheese is greeny.
He's had fifty daughters by the Moon, I think,
Wizzing around faster than fools can blink.
Keats wrote two thousand couplets about her
Masquerading as a bint called “Peona”**
—I think I’ve spelled her name aright.
In truth, we've always had the girl in sight!
Lengthy mandibled nowadays himself,
They say he’s never short of pelf.
It’d take us half a year to get to Mars,
But Mousie's set his sights on nearer stars:
If you’re four and a half million years old,
It's seductive when your locks are gold!
**https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endymion_(poem); https://www.gutenberg.org/files/24280/24280-h/24280-h.htm
Note, too, from Arabic: https://britishslangdictionary.net/words/bint.
. . . "Mahmoud, shufti, bint!" [Mahmoud, look, a woman!]
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