by Trent Lorcher

Created on: April 06, 2009

The Ballad of Troy

Outside the walls of Ilium
Odysseus the Wise
concocts a scheme to conquer Troy;
the Greeks go in disguise.

Achaeans in the belly wait.
Their fate unknown until
the Trojans come without the gate
and charge on down the hill.

"Beware the Greeks and Greekish gifts!
Let's burn this wooden steed."
But Neptune sent his serpent fast
upon the man to feed.

They brought the horse within the walls.
The fates did intervene.
The Greeks jumped out and brought about
destruction heretofore unseen.

O' Ilium! O' Ilium!
Here's how the war was won:
'twas not because the wooden horse;
'twas 'cause you let in Priam's son.

'O Ilium! O' Ilium!
Here's how you lost the war:
'twas not because the wooden horse;
'twas cause you let in Paris' whore.

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