Posidens Hate
Athena,
for she erks my mood,
I was looking for towns,
I want all of the coast,
I found this village and so did she,
though Athena wants to be in charge.
I told the towns people to chose, though they were scared.
My niece understood the villagers worries.
She challenged me, Posiden the god of the sea, to a election or challenge.
I gave a stream to the village, a stream of fresh water, or so they though,
not really fresh,
salt water.
Athena, she gave an olive tree
the towns people valued this more
I, Posiden declared my niece, Athena the winner
Due to her watching over this town,
we now have a town named
Athens.
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