Antigone with zebra nail
Says to Edipus her father
That from your mom I do hail
So shall I not be your daughter
When Pluto looked at the moon
In beauty she doth stood
Her light aglow did make him swoon
And lean against his hood
Should Aphrodite have a pimple
Upon her perfect face
Oh if only life were so simple
To detract from beauty and from grace
And should we mere humans know
Of gods and goddesses fate
We could but only grow
In love and not in bitter hate
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