El Dios Chaffy Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Amidst them had taken a disturbed scale,
Massed it in her womb, stayed her for decades,
Her offence was to none yet known,
Till the indecision of them by wittious sage did flown:
She'd given by nature a birth of bearing an alluring beauty,
Achetyped to the pale-goddess, Aphrodite, seasoned in duties.
Rose-lipped like her, bearing same qualities,
How would a mortal stanced like the immortal: infirmities:
And the gods were thus Angry,
Soar in dejection, mated with fury.
Stayed they her of a fruit, the womb to consume.
And lips to merry, drunk in wine of celebration, merely assumed.
But are the gods thus powerless, aren't they artichect of whatever hops from beyond?
Yea! This sufficed their incompetence: Harming the goods, mending the bads, representing the remoulder of them is fond!
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