Riff On Pj's Knock On Persephone Poem by David McLansky

old the pickles
Hold the phone
Let's not make fun of Persephone;
It was not her fault
That lusty Hades
Had a thing for the ladies
And opened up
The earth borne land
Underneath where she did stand
And pulled her down
To his cell
And asked the sun
Not to tell;

But Helios couldn't keep a secret
And telling Zeus not to repeat it,
Zeus told her mother
That down below
Was kept her daughter
When Demeter refused the wheat to grow.

I hardly think it's really fair
To blame the victim in despair;
If you were kidnapped down to Hell,
My lovely little Tinkerbell,
I'm sure there'd be all hell to pay,
After Hades had his way;
(Just try and tell him that you're gay!)
So let's not blame poor Persephone,