Courtesy of the last issue of Amphora, I’ve just come across an amusing collection of humorous poetry on Greek myth by a trained Classicist, Scott Emmons. His targets include Prometheus (Come On Baby, Swipe My Fire) and Narcissus (I Only Have Eyes For Me), among others. Here’s a quick sample:
Prometheus the Titan
was a rebel through and through.
A wily and resourceful sort,
As all the ancient bards report,
with quite a high I.Q.
His life’s a fascinating story,
Though some may find it rather gory.
He loved the race of mortal men,
though they were coarse and gritty;
And watching them from up on high,
This kind and sympathetic guy
was overcome with pity.
To make their lives a tad less squalid,
He thought he’d do them all a solid.
For mortals had it rough back then.
They couldn’t get a break.
They couldn’t light a cigarette,
Flambé a simple crepe suzette,
or even grill a steak.
To sum it up, their straits were dire,
For Zeus refused to give them fire.