Dovina19 Apr 2006

Once upon a time, there was a woman who had a man; and she was his one-and-only. He catered to her desires and placed her likeness on a pedestal in the public square of his life. Then along came wicked glamour-warriors, encroachers upon her man. He, finding some of them lovely, made pedestals for them also, and had bronze statues of then crafted and placed in his public square beside hers. Their statues were beautiful to look upon, where hers was a mere working mule who gave him pleasure as she could. Finally she was fed up. She left the king to his serfdom, and trotted off to plow rows and write poems