I vary a poem of Bartholomew Griffin’s (15- ? – 1602)
Under the shade of a bay
Bart told a tale to his Bree,
(whom he would call ‘my Irish Brighe’) :
‘Under the shade of a myrtle,
Venus did Adonis woo.
(She wooed the guy) .
She fell on him and embraced him
and told him, ‘Mars did this to me too.’
‘This is how Mars unlaced me, ‘ she said,
and showed Don what to do;
‘and this is how Mars seized my lips.’
……………..
A bit further on, feeling that V
was actually Mars, Donny fled from the tree.’
Having already felt, Bart thought,
‘I have no need to fly:
no Mars is my Irish Brighe.’
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