July 30, 2004

• Sarah's Day at the Zoo (This is 100% Verum)

      Relate to me, O Muse, in song, the bayou's daughter,
  Charron-born, of whom your legends resonate with charm, whose
  wispishness no mortal could unyarn, nor blog capture. And You of the
  Cytherean lyre, strike forth against the tautness of the strings until
  the air itself cries out for her, she of whom a thousand maidens fell
  enamored, and by whom their spotless maidenhood fell maculate. And how
  many nights, I ask, did she her xanga barren leave? And for what flower
  of womanliness did she dare depart? Whose legs bespread could clasp
  upon her gaze for fortnight and weeks more? Sing to me, Calliope, sing
  the girl who chained her words together without space!
      Forsooth, a fierce giraffe - tradition relates
  Rafiki - long intent on ravaging our Dido, enraptured by her bristling
  hair and salty cracker hand-concealed, sallied spirit forth against the
  wind (Sicilian Aeolus cherishes his own, or so is said), in turn that
  blew his grudging fur harshly afore his hide, and fast on pious
  Catherine did descend. Flesh writhing on giraffely flesh, the clouds of
  Jove did intercourse until the pregnant sky could restrain their
  outraged gravity no longer, and gestation completed.
      Lo! The fertile blue dislodged its selfsame father,
  whose bolts once frightened mighty Titans yore. And donned he then the
  dappled coat of Boris the giraffe! Aye, to behold the crackling
  'lectric surge that girded round his Artiodactyl frame! With savage
  hoof did Cronides unpack Rafikian sinews bare upon the hungry soil, and
  pious Catherine wept for deliverance and deliverer both. Embraced them
  then within the sacred zoo, and crackers fed, and coupled with
  intensity. Did she put on his knowledge with his power before the
  indifferent neck could let her drop?

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