Ode to Calliope

Oh, great Calliope, hear my plead,

Quick, have me grow this poem from thy seed.

It needs to be done for I am in haste

To return to another battle in which I have had foretaste.

For long we had gone without a lead

Until I grabbed my mighty electric steed

And stood at the forefront at which time I said,

“Hail, those in my crew, if thou not take this spear by the head,

Then it shall be me who will make us sail

Towards a golden treasure and away from any fail.”

And so I went on my way as I made,

Meanwhile, I try to plea and proffer and persuade,

Planning the rendezvous before our advance

But, no one could make it, it seemed by-chance.

I sent out my letter once more for a plan

But again, no one, but I, took a stand.

Now it is down to the great climax of battle,

And finally, as if returned to the shepherd, her cattle,

Our great heroine is relieved by her crew,

But, oh, how gracious are those few

Of the work that has been done without them

By I, who has been so long, alone, out on that limb.

So to the Goddess Harmonia, keep me as your name suggests

As Athena bestows great wisdom from her breast,

A power that is not willingly lent,

So more silent prayers to Harmonia are sent.

Now at line twenty-seven, Calliope must be pleased

For this poem is finished with utmost ease.

I give you this verse, if you will make a fair trade,

To wish me luck, and hopefully, a good grade.