To my temporal’s rear, Poseidon’s pillow surfaces
Soaked by Aegean rain, the Egyptian cotton unfolds from original form
Olympian stones fall into the ripples of Atlas’s pores
May I wait? Word of mail is swift
Hasty Hermes is here to grant a kick
Then to trip over Medusa’s poison weave
Hercules, you can thrust, you can heave
But you won’t believe that I’ve caught your disease
A double whopper with cheese…
