Dionysus- the god of wine
Dionysus with his wife is not a pretty site to see
he drinks too much and with his luck he'll never plant his seed
one lonely day, a wife away, Dion sipped and sat
his yellow skin he wont give in, he says to hits wife, "you're fat"
now deep behind those beady eyes he knows what right and wrong
some talking calms him down, his rage turns to a frown and Dionysus and his wife just get along
Now Dionysus has his problems, that's evident and real
and everyday he cant resolve them, he needs relevance to heal
so he drinks his wine so gaily
and tells his tales so well
that any evidence against him
can be thrown down in hell
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