The power of sweet words

My mistress stage a lockout...I went back to verses and compliments, my natural weapons. soft words remove harsh door- chains. there's magic in poetry, its power can pull down the bloody moon, turn back the sun, make serpents burst asunder, or rivers flow upstream. doors are no much for such spellbinding, the toughest locks can be open-sesamed by its charms. But epic's a dead lost for me. I'll get nowhere with swift-footed achilles, or with either of atreus, sons, old what's-his-name wasting twenty years on war and travel, poor hector dragged in the dust-----no good. but lavish fine words on some beautiful ladies profile and sooner or later shell tender herself as the fee. an ample reward for your labors. so farwell, heroic figures of legend, the quid pro quo you offer won't tempt me. A bevy of beauties all swooning over my love- songs....that's what I want........OVID