Woman, thy nastiness to me
Is like old Nikes on the floor
Where sweat and mildew disagree
And force me to the nearest door
A stench I can’t ignore.
Your heart weighs less than styrofoam,
Thy stinking feet, thy scowling face,
Belong in some state nursing home . . .
Free me up some breathing space,
You mean-hair clipped-face gnome.
Lo, in yon dark recliner-chair
How meatloaf-like I see thee slump,
Upon your wide immobile rump,
Ah! Harpie of the greasy hair
Find a poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite.
Nicean to Nike is a stroke of brilliance! The poem reminds me, topic- and tone-wise, of Shakespeare’s sonnet 130, but minus the redeeming couplet. I will say that I’d rather have Poe serenade me, though! ;)
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Thank you Anon. I actually did consider the Nicean to Nike thing, but the truth is, I still don’t get why Poe used that esoteric word in the original. I think it actually has nothing to do with winged Nike the goddess of Victory, it has to do with Dionysiac lore . . .