My Odysseus announces his return
From his long, meandering sojourn,
In which he and his valiant mates
Twist over geopolitical fates.
Lamenting Cassandras, they foretell
The effect of a famed pretender’s spell.
They fret fortune’s downswings
And titter about scandalous flings,
While singing praises of spouses
Awaiting dutifully in their houses.
Thus, entering assured he states in jest,
That I’ve passed the loyalty test.
But, I respond with the reminder
That he’s simply an Orinda Grinder.
I note his tunic’s brown spill
Does not give me much thrill.
And, as to Homer’s old yarn,
I don’t really give a darn.
I assert that his coffee vacation
Offers me an opportune occasion
To advance my own business
Or shop for a new headdress,
To hit a few fairway drives
Then tend the backyard beehives,
To rehearse for the church choir
Or do whatever I aspire.
I’m not some doting Penelope,
‘Cause this is the 21st century!
© 2022, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
