Both Greek and Roman images combine
In search of ways to make this poem rhyme.
The rhyme scheme’s really weird; it goes “a-b-
Disarmed by fate, the goddess of love
Could not resist her judge’s lust.
Fate took her from her cockleshell and
Boldly bared her stony bust.
For Venus claimed she was the friend of
Those in love, but cared for no man’s
Heart—and when compared to Helen,
She went and stuck it to the Trojans.
No longer will she preen and shove
Us mortals ‘round—she’ll soon discover
No one cares about her yellin’…
Plus, there’s some things that lies won’t cover.