Teens Are Fun, Atalanta Is Not Poem by elysabeth faslund

All in good fun now!
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Teens are a different species...several...
As Lemmings, they throw themselves off their cliff-of-choice.
As tigers, they stalk dark streets and get bitten in the @ss.
As snakes, they bite themselves in the @ss.
As geniuses, they can't spell the word 'a'.
As pains in the @ss, there is no narcotic strong enough.
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So, enough of that...hello Atalanta!

A blacksmith you were...knowledge of steel...
The binding in iron, unbreakable collars...
Chains, horseshoes, cauldrons, wheels...
Wheels turned round, up, then down...

With Venus's help, you fell to the race...
(Wasn't apples, but the golden Quince) ...
One by one, you picked them up...
Greedy little thing, now weren't you...

Never got the kingdom, but got your love...
You both forgot the one who helped you...
And, Venus would not be forgotten...
Lions you are, but chained to the chariot...

Of Cybele, wife of Chronos, mother of Zeus...
One question remains...
Who forged those chains...

You will never, ever be free of...