The Trojan War In A Nutshell, Page 3 Of 3 Poem by John Bliven Morin

Eventually, Odysseus, with the Fates,
Devized a way to breach the gates
Of Troy by means of a wooden horse,
Full of warriors, or course;
Even helped by Helen, knowing
How the winds of fate were blowing.

O, how women got the sillies
When seeing handsome Prince Achilles,
Alas, it wasn’t Cupid’s arrow
That struck his heel and chilled his marrow,
But that of Paris, princely cloaked,
And thus in Troy, Achilles croaked.

But in the end, the Greeks had won,
And mighty Troy was there undone;
Sacked and burned in all her glory,
Thought just another Homer story;
A tale to sing at drink and sup,
Till Heinrich Schliemann dug her up!