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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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