one day the poet Herodia <br />of ancient Pincaeia <br />found in the garden <br />a note thrown in over the wall: <br /> <br />dear poet <br />do not sing us of unpleasant things; <br />do not make us think: <br />sing us of love instead <br />a poem about a kiss is far easier to read <br />(some sex would make it even more memorable) <br />and poems on light matters <br />are better on one’s brains <br />rather than a poem <br />where one has to ponder over things <br /> <br />and the poet Herodia <br />of ancient Pincaeia <br />from then on <br />was never heard of; <br />nor, for that matter, <br />was ever Pincaeia<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-herodia-of-ancient-pincaeia/
