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Venus arose


Venus arose, while Mars was yet abed.

Nimbly she slipped from sheets with leap ethereal,

Carelessly combed the locks upon her head,

Swiftly prepared the tea, the toast and cereal,

Dressing she thought how she would spend each hour

Laundry and shopping, all delights venereal:

Mars then emerged to plan beneath a shower

Deeds that promote a hero managerial.


Such are the days in which the gods abound -

She keeping clean the halls of heaven;

He fighting monsters in the underground,

Returning weary but victorious, at seven:

If these be not the myths in which we hide,

I never writ nor no man ever lied.

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