Homer and the Muse

“Tell me of the man, Muse, who sacked many cities, and of his journey and many brave deeds.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“WHAT????”

“No. He — well he and his pals — demolished the city of Troy with one toxic Peep.”

“What are you talking about?”

“A giant, marsmallow rabbit.”

“I cannot willingly suspend my disbelief at this point, Muse. Have you been imbibing the ambrosia, perhaps too copiously?”

“It’s a constant frustration that you paltry humans doubt the simplest facts when we, in our divine generosity, confide them to you.”

“It’s not that. Who’s going to believe in a giant, toxic, marsmallow rabbit and, for that matter, what’s ‘marshmallow’?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. You’re just the poet. If you want to memorize it, memorize it. If you don’t, don’t.”

“Awright, awright. But I’m warning you. Future generations might keep the rabbit but they’re going to dump the marshmallow.”

“Not your problem.”

“And ‘toxic’? I bet you that gets changed, too. To ‘deadly’. It’s not going to stay like this.”

“Like I said, not your problem.”

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8 thoughts on “Homer and the Muse

  1. This probably explains (thought I’m not sure how) all the riches of Troy vanished. Swallowed by a big yellow marshmallow. Then cooked over a slow campfire.

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