The Curse

Times and times ago, somewhere in Greece Ruled king Hector, the son of God. No blood, nor war, for he loved peace Not a sword was more effective than his nod Then came a man, a majestic cook he was, Who claimed to be best among all They didn’t know, his appointment’s a loss For goodness this time yielded Hector his fall. The day of Hector’s marriage did arrive Arrangements met, feast set, guests called. They didn’t know there’s a bug in beehive The one which had its supremacy installed.
The marriage was special, so was the food King Hector sun, his bride resembled moon. Priest did preach, not affecting one’s mood For they knew, delicacies could be there anytime soon.
Ceremonies over, food was then served, There was not one who didn’t lick his lips. His best till the last had the cook preserved No one knew, the poison spread till their very tips.
Yes, it was a conspiracy by the cook Bodies could be seen all around. Every one fell, the ground shook, No aid could nearby could be found.
Except the bride, all the folks were dead The lady was widowed at her marriage hour. Broken from inside, tears started to shed This incident left on history, a scar.
The bride, the widow cursed the cook, “Thou took the floor off my foot Took my family, my people, my love I’ll take from you, all you ever could put My revenge would be taken on a level above.”
Thy food would be loved by some, Appreciated by most, ate by almost all. You’ll live forever and a time would come Both thou and thy food at some time, led to humans’ downfall”
This was the curse of Princes Jades, the dead Quite visible at the movement it is. Junk food’s the medium, the ‘cook’ used to spread The poisonously delicious food of his.
We humans are Idiots, bizarre we surely are Always need a burn to be cautious of fire. Take this rhyme which shows right way as the northern star Believe me, for I ain’t the ‘cook’-the poisonous liar.