Bromdun was a bad man. A bad man, brutish, until broken
For his brutality in baffling youth. A bull found him with no backbone.
That bull a bylaw, Borne to belittle bestial men,
Belittled Bromdun for a sin Bygone in his bashful youth.
The Bull allowed Theodore Marmaduke To build an empire with brick
Hewn from fun and fantasy. Fun and fantasy fueled the Bull
To break Bromdun, To build more bulls
Meant to bring Bromdun to nothing. Theodore Marmaduke came
As Medea to Bromdun at this time To break Bromdun with malignity.
For fun and fantasy fueled To fraught every man to ever be close to every woman.
Fraught was every man Because fun and fantasy
Were the fuel. Men and women could feign fun and fantasy
But because of fun and fantasy Men and women could not forge faithful bonds.
For the fear of all men Was the friendship of women.
For the sin of men Was so common, yet led men to flinch
When getting close to the Good hearts of their women-kine.
Theodore Marmaduke, A potion mistress,
She spun secret webs To seclude Bromdun in sloth.
Soon, the other Bulls, Daughters of the Bull
Began to lay siege To Bromdun’s home country.
Medea—who will show sure at the climax—
Was Theodore Marmaduke Spun by a witch’s brew
To become a female force. Forged lies, to foment fierce fear—
Begat Theodore Marmaduke Woven Bulls to break
The United States which Bromdun resided under.
The courts were cornered To create in men cowardice
Against women who were Won by summary fee;
For marriage was marred Thus the women mourned
So Theodore Marmaduke, In a woman’s skin,
Besieged the high courts And sought to kill the prophets.
He sent his bulls to the four corners Of the courtlands
Where civilization had its Just secrets to cement
The woes of the wages Of the Unjust whore-mongers.
Yet, Bromdun, like the Good Man Was a Joseph, manly and good.
So that Theodore Marmaduke Enamored by the mastery
Of his craft, went against Bromdun To weave a spell so arcane and woeful
To spin him a great waste And name him a sinner worst.
Yet, Bromdun followed the bulls, Like Jeremiah Babylon,
He did not fight.
The bulls brought brokenness to the kingdom Bereft of bright futures.
All men were guilty of the gaff Which Bromdun had galled.
So, as it were, The waste brought all men’s faces wanness
As Theodore Marmaduke Sought to bring assimilation
Of the Amazon’s Government Where men, disavowed, were gored
To great disgust, Broken by the warrior Giantess Amazons.
Theodore Marmaduke had Spun hellish kingdoms
With the Bulls he bore So that the kingdoms of States Betrothed
By the righteous betrothal of Revolution brought righteous reign
To bear and happiness to men. Yet, Theodore Marmaduke
Was hoary, and was named “Athena” Wisest of the gods of America.
Yet, not a god was he. He was a goad to make himself
All the kings at once caught In a net most nefarious.
Bromdun, he even sought, To seek that Bromdun was that king
So Marmaduke would loose his curse Kill Bromdun, so therefore he would live.
Yet, Bromdun could bear, That Theodore Marmaduke’s bull
Was breaking the country. All men guilty, betrothed that country
Was beginning to seek divorce. For if not Bromdun’s disgrace
’twas their own.
So Bromdun sat, idly spinning tales
For none would have his work.