The Day Venus Was Born

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’Twas the day Mars was riding past, gallantly on his mare,
The woods where the Dryads flit without a care.
He rode past the stream where the Naiads rascally play,
Past that small forest meadow where flowers bloom in the May.
’Twas the day that the rumors were flying faster than Mercury could,
’Twas the day that, if Pluto could have danced, he would.
’Twas that merry, merry day, that the huskers stopped husking their corn
Yes, ’twas the day that Venus was born.
He rode past the rumors flying
Past the meadow, dryads merry and naiads spying
Past the merrymakers and flute-players
He passed a cave with two soothsayers,
But never even paused to admire
That awesome and amazing singing choir.
’Twas the day that the rumors were flying faster than Mercury could,
’Twas the day that, if Pluto could have danced, he would.
’Twas that merry, merry day, that the huskers stopped husking their corn
Yes, ’twas the day that Venus was born.
He rode right onto the seashore,
Just like a commander in a war,
And at that moment time seemed to stop.
A woman stood on a blanket of foam as white as a snowdrop
She was amazing, though how she looks, no one may ever know
And Mars, mighty warrior, slayer of beasts, was awed in her glow.
“Dear Venus,” he cried, for that was her name,
“Be mine, oh, please, or I shall die of unbearable pain!”
And just as Venus, beautiful as she was, began to agree,
She was borne away by maidens all three.
That Mars, he swore he would find her
’Twas not an easy task, though he did not dither
“I shall find her, I swear,”
He said as he rode on his mare.
As the days dropped away,
Mars searched and searched until May,
When the flowers bloom,
And the elderly work upon the loom.
It then so happened, that that very day,
Had been a full month since Venus had been borne away.
’Twas the day that the rumors were flying faster than Mercury could,
’Twas the day that, if Pluto could have danced, he would.
’Twas that merry, merry day, that the huskers stopped husking their corn
Yes, ’twas the day that Venus was born.
So Mars almighty, he leapt on his mare
And rode past the dryads without a care
He rode his horse through the towns,
Without once slowing down
And he saw her, standing in a flowing robe,
With flowers in her hair and earrings in her earlobes.
She smiled at him,
Making all the other maidens look quite dim.
“Dear Mars, will you be mine?”
She asked, in a voice so silky fine.
“I swear to you, I will be ever in service,”
Mars swore with bleakness.
Venus smiled a radiant grin.
The maidens all fainted and had to be brought in.
So then Mars swept venus up on his mare,
And some of the flowers fell out of her hair
She kissed him and promised, that, forever true:
“I am bestowed to you.”
’Twas now Venus and Mars riding past, gallantly on their mare,
The woods where the Dryads flit looking at Venus with care
They rode past the stream where the naiads trickily play,
Past that small forest meadow where flowers bloom in the may
’Twas the day that the rumors were flying faster than Mercury could,
’Twas the day that, if Pluto could have danced, he would.
’Twas that merry, merry day, that the huskers stopped husking their corn
Yes, ’twas the day that Venus was born.
 (Type of Poem: Ode, Narrative, End rhyme)
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