Medusa is a What?
Medusa sat alone in her cave,
Woefully wishing she could join in a rave,
When much to her needed surprise,
A flash of light before her eyes.
She stared with awe as a man stepped out,
She decided to see what he was about,
She slithered foreward towards the man,
He introduced himself as Dan.
He came in a machine made of time,
It needed no battery, it ran on lime,
Medusa hopped in before he could say,
"I am taking you to a better day."
They arrived in a place much bigger than Athens,
She slithered out to where the path ends,
The lights were flashing, here and there,
There was calamity everywhere.
She moved down the street as calm as could be,
To her surprise nobody screamed,
She settled in front of the window of wizards,
These little stone gnomes were as cold as a blizzard.
She finally found her puropse for life,
She even became a trophy monster wife,
So now instead of sitting in her cave,
She sells little stone creatures to Decorator Dave.
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