Children’s poem conceived: Where on earth could my Iliad be?
Where on earth could my Iliad be?
Not anywhere around here that I can see.
Not in those papers or under the pile.
Hasn’t been in the shelf for quite a long while.
Not in the car, not in the kitchen…
Beginning to despair of completing this mission.
Rummaging memory, thinking it over,
Where was it exactly I was last reading Homer?
It seems to me it would only be fitting
If it were somewhere around here, right where I’m sitting.
And so it is, it had only fallen out of sight,
So let’s start reading of the Achaeans’ sad plight.
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