Wocky Jivvy: Poetry and Art "When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it Art?"
from Rudyard Kipling's The Conundrum of the Workshops

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* Poetry: Poems of Folly
Looking for the Other Hiawatha (by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)?

Underneath the...

Underneath the shiny spandex
Tightly clinging like a limpet
Are the legs of Hiawatha,
Lower limbs of Hiawatha
Gaily decked in glossy spandex
Like the butt of Lynford Christie,
Muscled butt of hero Lynford
Gleaming source of many medals
Medals shining like the spandex
On the legs of Hiawatha.

But the legs of Hiawatha
Underneath the shiny spandex
Are the reason for the spandex,
for the glistening shiny cover
glowing ever in the sunlight.

For the legs of Hiawatha
Never seen by any other
Are the colour of the spandex.
Lurid green and incandescent
Are the legs of Hiawatha.
Many moons and fiery comets
Deck the legs of Hiawatha
All concealed in shiny spandex.

And the butt of Hiawatha,
Not at all like Lynford Christie's,
- Shiny brown is hero Lynford's
though I only speak from hearsay -
But the butt of Hiawatha
Is an opalescent yellow
Like the moon at any harvest.

Daughter of the moon, Nakomis
Colour blind and understanding
Loves the legs of Hiawatha.
But she watches television
For a glimpse of Lynford Christie
Saying that she likes athletics.

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