It was once said in the time of Prince February, the shortest
ruler with the meanest of dispositions, that Tiresias once exposed
the fallacy of droplets of Poseidon’s tears
outnumbering the grains of sand felt between the blue eyes of the tired
and miserable and multiplied
by the grains of sand felt beneath the hooves of the far flung desert camel.
February tossed this so called joke aside, as he wished he could
have done to Tiresias with his all-knowing twinkle in his eye.
“Absurd”, February was prone to mutter loudly as he paced the halls