I got a call from hell today.
Turns out it was Persephone.
It was on video -- they say
that she eschews telephony.
She asked me: "can you get me out,
me and a few more ladies.
The damned be damned, they scream and shout",
and threw some shade on Hades.
I said: "Dear, I'm not Orpheus,
and have no magic flute.
And Hades, he's been courteous,
I bear him no dispute."
But she insisted, and said: "Please!
You'll have eternal life."
And then proceeded with a tease,
so now she is my wife.
Is life eternal now, you ask?
It surely feels superb.
And though I often multitask
The phone's on "Don't Disturb".
Author notes: image from World History Encyclopedia
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