Ooo, the Cyberiad! A longtime favorite, equally long forgotten until
this very pleasant reminder.
Just a note, the last figure was not Phi, but Psi -- cause to sigh...
My favorite poem by the cybernetic bard, though, was the
"poem about a haircut, containing love, heroism and tragedy,
six lines, cunningly rhymed, and every word beginning with
the letter S":
Seduced, shaggy Samson snored.
She scissored short. Sorely shorn,
Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed,
Silently scheming,
Sightlessly seeking
Some savage, spectacular suicide.
Immortal.
- - Muse
