The gorgons were hideous with the gaze of stone
The sister medusa was the only mortal
The grey women with one eye and one tooth
Now one eye less
Told him the way to the hyperborean land
Therein lay the soon to be headless beast
Who could then no longer share her horrible stare

There once was an old burglar from Spain
He fought the king’s men with a cane
The king’s men wouldn’t fight an old man
So they dropped their weapons and ran
This clever old burglar from Spain

Life is a lot like a painting
The effort and detail you put into the stroke of the brush
Is the beauty you will see when it is hung in its final gallery
-Tawfeeq Hendricks