"Beastial Reflections, As It Were"

"Beastial Reflections, As It Were"

Student Poem published in the Cento

Woodson Smith

Centre College Cento

Bestial Reflections, As It Were
Woodson Smith

My problem, said the mermaid, is that
sex is just not satisfying.
Not so mine, said Magritte’s mermaid—
blessed with a reveral of the susal
physical arrangement—but I do miss the
embraces
Io lowed in the distance, coughing; the air
quality index was rather poor.
The unicorn poses an interesting dilemma—
innocent, milkwhite; and yet there’s
that erect horn, that goatbeard, and he’s
attracted to virgins
Well, said the sphinx, I am in a bit of a
briny, as they say, cucmber—no man will
have me (my claws are somewhat sharp),
nor will the lion—my breasts don’t tempt
him, and I’m not sufficiently furred.
Aye, said the man; shivering and contemplating
the Boccaccian alter, indeed. After a quick
prayer or two, I’m for retiring.
The fox in the henhouse marked it all, and
watchers by the sea noted a slight
disturbance as a large mollusk closed
itself upon the lower quarters of
Venus Aphrodite and, with a thlop,
dove into the depths.