I wrote this poem for my English project. Its about the judgment of paris which is greek mythology. It kinda gets worse at the end but its kinda okay...
Evil struck the banquet,
A golden apple left for the fairest
Sent to Mount Ida,
For where the judgement awaited
Goddess after goddess,
Promise after promise,
Paris was decided
The glistening fruit would go to his decided
The oh so lovely and beautiful Aphrodite
Sent Paris on his way
To receive the fairest maiden
Who is now known today,
As the fairest of all Troy
