Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter

"Iliad VII"
 

  ?in the mood

There was a difference between data-value

and the label-information he knows

it was better to use a cell-reference to do

a calculation in auto update it shows.

Think basic nature, brute strength coaxial cable

See beauty, work with and bringing in clip-art

Taste the power, spruce up this crucial table

Hear her react, nanoseconds, apart

Smell the flowers, in her garden!

"It's spring how dumb to lock myself away."

She might be still there I beg your pardon!

"I'm lusting Sunshine, it's to nice a day!"

His ears filled with: "Work! Work! Work!

You-must-you-must-you-must-you-must"

The voices unstoppable by wax or by cork.

He left his latest love, just to adjust.

Annoyed with these voices' unwanted infusion

between his ears, he left her

all by herself without company or intrusion.

"The default alignments are for numeric

entries Right justified and characters

align Left justified, not only generic."

He lectured himself stepping out. Helen

was centered in the double-Dutch-door.

Her elbows leaning on the ledge into

view, still the view public, superior.

His thoughts deeper than her valleys, whereto

his wandering eyes con spectacles seeking.

Attracted by her magnetic field since she

had brushed his cheek moving in leaking

out the secret wanting him next door to her.

Helen inventoried now her take-me-out-bag

in front of him, whose hopes where-up-to-no-good

one could well say, letting the cat out of the keg

yet was she, Helen too in the mood?

Disclaimer:

Any similarity fitting the reader

is done on purpose,

names have not been changed,

no innocence was protected.

May you wear the glass slipper if it fits

with royal pride and never feel hurt

by a fool's tongue sticking out at you.

chapter 8