Awaken, oh daughter of Vesta
Your morning repast awaits.
Awaken, oh daughter of Vesta,
Come forth and learn your fate.
A lamp, cooked beans on a plate
Child of Vesta, it's much too late;
New mason's-work and water a-jugged.
Awaken, oh daughter of Vesta:
It's because of the soldier you hugged.
("Written" as an impromptu spoken poem to wake up Tamara for breakfast; started with the first line and it just grew. More-or-less historically-accurate, too.)
4 weeks ago