Once

I had a hundred names

with only 99 known.

Trust Isis and her wiles,

yes, a woman

and a lovely one too,

to pry the 100th out of me.

Devious!

Amazed!

I now have a new one but

minus an 'L' as if that

would mean someone else,

like Odin, Manitou, Zeus,

rather than ole me, you

know who, don't you?

I

Hey

I call out to them, they

in the red and blue corners.

The names' the same, it's all mine

of course, whose did you think?

Butt out, sneered one;

Yes, the other concurred;

Scat!

Huh?

But they're all mine, those

names you're fighting over.

So what, did you patent them

like mapped gerome of langsat

and petai for exclusive use?

No? Then, buzz off!

Goodbye

But

Why fight over my names

when I am the same Bloke

for all of you guys and gals?

Hellooooo, didn't we say

to butt out of our turf wars,

on exclusive use of the name.

Understand?

Isis!

Only she knew my 100th name

that bestows the most powerful

magic on those who know.

She was privy to my secret (100th)

name called Compassion, sometimes

known as, would you believe,

Love!