Penelope

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            Hey ya’ll its Odysseus here. I’m in the palace and I have gotten asked to talk to my fair lady Penelope. She don’t know it’s me, makin this so dang hard. She wants to know all about me. She’s askin “who am I, where do I come from.” I tell this fine lady that no women wants to know what this wild cowboy has seen or done cause what’s in the past is pain to ones heart.  I also told her no man should be cryin in anothers home. She then says to me, if my Odysseus were here to care for me she would feel no pain and hold no pressure from the suitors.

            This cleaver lady Penelope avoided the pressure from the suitors by out smarten them. She said when her lord is dead she would weave a shroud. Every day she webbed, oh pardon me she would weave the shroud, but at night she would unweave it. She continued by saying that one lovely evening while she was unweaving the shroud the suitors had caughten her. She knew her time was runnin short, and soon she would have to pick one to wed with.  

            Well how does this tough cowboy feel, I feel sorrow in his heart. I want my hot honey bun back, and there is just only one way to get what I love to be mine again. I tell Penelope that “Odysseus” will be back home soon, and they will be forever in love.