The dawn broke gently, on a face so fair
Yet trouble was conceived, as you played wanton, upon her hair
The plan was felicitously set, as the best laid oft are
Twas but the rendezvous twixt god, and body jar
"elements are aligned", check again, one-two-three
and so it was with a rappel, skip and step, into Zeus' eye you placed, a flea.
Now, this was not ordinary, oh no, fear not,
for the flea had been laced with capsaicin, so hot.
Up stormed Zeus, with a thunderous roar!
As you zipped away rapidly, courage left puddling the floor.
And with the one remaining eye of a hawk, he cast about,
pulled up to his full height, flexed, and gave off a mighty shout,
"Apollo, Hephaestus and Poseidon three,
these are the men I will send after thee
and when the night grows dark and the hour long
you will be cast from this mortal world, your final song!"
These words were boomed across the fields,
the plains, tundra, mountains, oceans and hills
through verdant valleys, gorges and deep resonant cave,
all life reverberant with such prose, the dead rocked in their grave.
And it was all for you, dear child, with the long ginger locks
as you scrambled away, terrified, making a mess of your new frock.
Clouds darkened, thunder broiled, the seas grew rough
and you, oh mischievous one, were no longer the tough
that insouciant flair, once so bold,
shrank gamely away, amidst the cold.
eldritch figures appeared, to stalk the earth,
and whilst dolor ensnared you, Zeus looked on, with mirth
So, back in bed, tremulous, a scaled hand slowly caressed your throat,
The sibilant voice breathed now, "Godsss have no mercy, and do not like practical jokesss"
