There was pretty lady named Helen whose beauty had all the boys yellin'. No arrows from Cupid; her glance made 'em stupid. But did her face split a thousand melons?
Helen of Troy [Limerick]
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They claimed theft, but what was stolen? They could not name it, but said they felt its loss. They demanded recompense, but weren't sure to whom they should send the bill, and so they just shouted the demand out to the universe. This thing which could not be named or described could be missed; its loss felt deep within. They would rage for it (if in vague terms) by violent means if necessary.

The mirror lies,
pretending to be a window.
Through the looking-glass?
My ass!
It presents a prison
in fine detail
&
with a glossy coating,
but it can’t be escaped.
Its truth is overbearing.
That’s how it lies.

There once was a Bangalorean mailman who always had a monsoon season plan. For heavy rain: a coat; heavier still: a boat. And if all else fails, move to Rajasthan.
On Wall Street, there was a commodities bull. The man knew finance, but could be rather dull. He made the bacon, until he was shaken to find foreign pork belly dumped by the shipful.
There was an oblivious bull of Wall Street whose life was portfolios and spreadsheets. His approach, academic, missing news of pandemic, he bet cruise ship line stock would increase.

a cat on a ledge
peers down with rapt focus.
looking for… what?