God of the Seafood
God of the Sea, an old being and title, something that he used to be
A powerful trident in hand, trnasformed now into what we most commonly see
A fork, yes a fork, that metalic bond of power in the times of hunger
Departed now from the life water, no longer dwelling in the ways opposite of thunder
That horse, it is real, like a stallion on land, but rather a noble steed in carrying the tools
Remeber how he was once God of the sea, water and fish, now he's God of the Seafood
That giant fork still by his side, test tasting any seafood that crosses his Shoreline
Shoreline, the name of is great restaraunt and cooking
Where only the chefs with the skill of the currents can come looking
In search of mastery of the lobster, shrimp, and crams,
Careful of the flames the fire amounts in the pans
For everyone, Poseidon is cautious of those with unclean hands
Do not think you will eat or even walk in, that would be the greatest sin, if you are not clensed
But once you do, enjoy the greatest dish you've ever had
Would be best to really like it, wouldn't want to make Poseidon mad
That's when the glasses tremble, cling, and plates fall all around
That angry temper didn't wash away, it remains a terror of sound
Despite, in the settle moments he gives his waves of opinions
For no seafood dish goes prepared without the aprroval of Poseidon.