Dido and Aeneas

My entry for Bearsy’s New Competition

Aeneas fled Troy’s epic, tragic ending.
Obeyed the Gods and journeyed ever West.
Tired of miles of endless, aimless wending.
Found rest and peace and love on Dido’s breast.
A brief respite. The Gods renewed their call.
He left. She wept, her love still unabated.
Then, hopeless. spurn’d and sworn to end it all,
She built her pyre, expired and immolated.

Ladies, mark her case. Try not to follow.
Don’t give your love to men whose paths are driv’n.
Their passions spent, their honey’d words ring hollow.
They leave, nor care if they are unforgiv’n.
Take care. Perhaps, like her, your heart’s pyre lurks,
He’ll not stay true despite remember’d fireworks.

Whackos of the week.

Psychologist Maarten Bos, and the ‘scientists’ at Radboud, (where?) University who have announced, to great fanfare, in a paper to be published in the ‘Journal of Consumer Psychology,? (what?) that sleeping on a problem helps to find a solution.

As they note, my Nanna could have told them that – and saved another few pence of taxpayers’ cash.