Poem: The Golden Boy

 

The Golden Boy

On Delos bright, where he was born,
A god of sun and laurel worn.
With golden locks and perfect face,
He flexes hard, it’s a divine disgrace!

His lyre strums with beats so fire,
The Muses swoon and their hearts aspire.
But if you cross this golden bro,
He’ll plague you fast, just so you know!

At Delphi’s shrine, his oracles speak,
"Your fate is doomed, oops, that sounds bleak!"
He shoots his bow with deadly aim,
Yet romance-wise… he's kind of lame.

Daphne ran, she wasn’t that keen,
She’d rather turn into a tree than be seen!
So Apollo sighs, "Guess I’ll stay bright,
And ride my sun chariot outta sight!"


- Kasper F. Christiansen


I guess we all know a guy like this. I hope you enjoyed the poem.

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