Before I do anything else, I want to commemorate the 125th "birthday" of The Statue of Liberty by posting this photograph of its sculptor, Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi, shown here using his cell phone!
Today, fellow babies, in honor of Halloween, I'm posting a poem about some of the adults that like to "play dress-up." And since I often talk about Zorro, as well as other caped heroes... here's a love poem I call...
A BEVY OF CAPES
There've been a lot of Zorros,
Many actors who have played the role,
With capes of varying length.
These cloaks provide a bit of flash,
Or in some cases,
Even a sort of majestic flair.
Mine provides all of that,
And then some.
It gives warmth
And protection from the elements,
And the symbol of my longing to provide
Or other enclosure...
Even a world separate from all others...
And all of that
For only myself and my lady fair.
Worn by any other,
These capes are just an accessory,
An afterthought to an adventurer's costume.
In the end,
But not mine.
Longer capes there may indeed be.
Warmer capes, too, perhaps.
Capes of thicker fabric
Or more costly material
There may be as well.
Exemplifies the heart within
Who dons the costume.
A heart that's pure,
A heart that beats solely for milady.
No other can compare,
No other heart,
No other love,
No other lady.
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Any Freudian symbolism is all in your mind, by the way.
Thanks for your time.