The Swipe Left Goddess
Listen up children, to what I say
The story of a goddess, who learned how to change
Just listen closely and I’ll set the scene
A cloudy October day in two thousand thirteen.
It’s here we meet the Goddess of Love
Queen Aphrodite, with truly none above.
With a dazzling smile, and hair golden yellow
Her radiate beauty, could turn lovers to Jello
But with the turn of the century she found
That the lack of connection was profound
Where once love blossomed like a flower at dawn
Were people no looking, all tied to their phone
The Goddess of Love found a woman, unlike one she’d met before
But getting her to love was such an arduous chore
Person after person, she sent to the girl
But no emotional connection would ever uncurl
So, the goddess herself walked onto the earth
The sun burned brighter; the flowers danced with mirth
Yet still the girl didn’t notice
So, Aphrodite sent her a lotus
With her head in her phone, she didn’t quite see
The flower that rested, just left of her knee
Her true love waiting within its blossom
A perfect person, that for her, would be awesome
She felt her power slipping away
“I’m a god,” she whispered. “I can’t be held at bay.”
But what could she do in the world of tech?
Her lack of power made her a nervous wreck.
Too weak to return to her godly form
Inside of her head, and idea was born
“She’s so glued to her phone, she won’t notice me
But what if I made something she could see.”
So, she called up her husband, a gear head at heart
To help create an “app” so she could start
Her personal business, that no one could hinder
“I know,” she said. “I shall call it Tender.”
“Their phones aren’t distractions, just merely a tool
To connect them with people through work and through school
Just like the old days, with a modern twist
They can chat someone up with a flick of their wrist.”
She pushed out the idea, selling ad space for love
Soon her app soared, way up above
Sitting at number one, Aphrodite found her calling
A matchmaking service, that only needs installing
The girl installed it, and was met with just merry
Such beautiful words from Tom, Luke, and Perri
“Hey.” “What’s up?” “DTF?”
She met a policeman, a vet, and even a chef
However, eventually, true love found it’s way
“Hey girl, you’re hot,” was all he needed to say
The both had swiped left, and she really loved this mister
Until she found him in bed, having sex with her sister
Some matches are random, and some don’t work out
It’s all part of her plan, there’s no need to doubt
So, when you swipe left, or super like that dude
Remember Aphrodite helped you get screwed
She can bless you swipes, and bring you good luck
Just remember, on the first date, there’s no need to fuck
So bless her name loudly, there’s truly no one above
Aphrodite, the Swipe Left Goddess of Love
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