Now it came to pass in days of ancient renown,
Aphrodite in a whimsy sent a message cryptic down,
To the wise men in Academy of old Athens Town.
The messenger was a woman neither young nor old,
But somewhere in between..
No ravishing beauty, not a Siren bold.
… But somewhere in between..
The message promised an ecstasy of splendor,
That men have rarely seen..if only..
They could pick..the lock of Aphrodite,
And the woman there before them knew the key.
“Beneath the mount, above the sea,
Under the lip, before the cavern that light will rarely see,
Behold that lock that can be opened best with a key
That argues the loquaciousness of great debate,
That speaks the speech of history!”
Well…..those great minds of Athens Town,
Scratched and rubbed their pates up and down,
Consulted tomes of great wisdom too.
Poured over the messenger’s person who
Held a hint of where this great key.
But nothing on her person nor her history,
Could shed any clue to solve such mystery…
So there it stood after many months
Of arguments and vented spleens
No loquacious speech,
No philosophic dreams,
No search of hill or dale could give hint of that key..
Till one day a wily carpenter came,
To strengthen those benches upon wise men declaim,
Neither young and bold nor old and decrepit,
… But somewhere in between.
He puzzled upon that vast gathering,
That caused him to question why the scene.
And upon being told the clue cryptic, his eyes they lit,
And his chin he stroked and he spoke there a bit;…….
“Good Sirs…I think I know the solution to this..
Would the woman a little while with me be remiss?
And with her assistance I can solve the mystery
Of Aphrodite’s lock and so end your misery.”
He then led the woman sent by Aphrodite,
To a boudoir away just from the scene,
And there stripped of her silken garments,
Stood Aphrodite herself, naked and she beamed
At this carpenter tradesman so keen,
Who with a cheeky grin, applied his tongue
To the “lock” where men will forever descend,
“Beneath the Mount of Venus,
Above the sublime “sea” of tranquility,
Under the hood, above the cavern
That light has rarely seen…..”
And the wise men crowding outside closed door,
Were astonished to hear the sighs and moans,
Of the woman messenger in that boudoir,
Taken there by this carpenter poor…
Now written down in history famous
For revealing to men the bleeding obvious,
That has taken them so long to see..:
The treasures priceless that women hold
Are themselves key to a man’s ecstasy.
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