Epithets of Me

Sing, O Muse! of the Freaky Greek known to all as Coral!

Sing of wild-haired Coral, whose long curls whip about in the wind, and if brushed while dry, take on the appearance of a lion's mane!  Sing of that brown, shaggy mass that adorns her pale head, just behind and around her freckled brow!

Sing, O Muse, of the mouse who can become a raging lion!  Wild-haired Coral, who can be as quiet and timid as the young mouse who scurries and sniffs for crumbs beneath the notice of man, but when roused to anger, takes on all the ferocity of a lion who has been deprived of a choice morsel of meat, and is suddenly placed in the presence of a grinning monkey!

Sing the praises of Coral, writer of words!  The one from whom stories flow like a cascading waterfall!  Tales of monsters, adventure, and battles of body and soul!  From that young mind have come adventures from a dystopian future, an unbelievable present, and a hidden world within our own!  Sing, O Muse, of Coral's tales from near and far!

Finally, sing of Coral, the grinning snarker!  The girl who speaks with words that can sting and bite, but are usually meant to incite laughter!  Sing of her dry wit, her acts of Groucho, and her expressions of humor!  The writer of words has plenty to say when she cares to say it; often what she says dances the boundaries between insincerity and honesty.  Her bluntness can shock, but also amuse.  All hail the snarkiness of Coral!

We thank thee for thy song, O Muse.  Thou hast done wonderfully.  If any wish an encore, you need only ask.