Of course, dear Naso, you’d have rather not
Been sent to Pontus; liked your metro life,
Especially your amazing metro wife;
Friends, fans; it really sucks to be forgot,
And hence your whingeing letters. Stir the pot,
Perhaps amid the never-ending strife
In Court and forum, there among those rife
Factions and interests, you might have a shot.
But I suspect that Pontus ain’t so bad.
I bet you’ve found who serves the best street food,
Down by the harbor. Who can be too sad,
With such grilled octopus? I know you, dude;
Metamorphosis – that’s your thing, my lad;
Pontus a new adventure, be it ne’er so crude.