Writing :: Guy Calls George and Travis In
Across Mongolia’s endless steppes you say you’ll go,
on ponies wet with sweat. And yet I know you’ve never ridden.
Sumo wrestling in Japan? You weigh 110--you’ll be smushed--
and still you’re keen to squint your eyes and slap your thighs
and step into the ring.
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Categories: Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2006, Variations on Catullus