Café Philos: an internet café

So Helen launched a thousand ships
And everyone’s impressed with that:

But I say, “Well, look what she had to work with.
Suppose she’d been stuck in Colorado

With not an ocean to speak of.
Just a rubber duck flotilla

Launched on Monument Creek
To raise money for charity.


You see them there you know,
Each Spring the beautiful Helens

With a thousand wanton flowers in their eyes
Standing on the banks of the Monument,

Looking out across the creek
At all those rubber ducks:

Thinking of ships, perhaps,
And puzzled.