This poem was inspired and sponsored by rix_scaedu. In case you're curious, you can read more about Dionysus and Iris.
One day Dionysus brought his wine
to a party on Mount Olympus.
He and Iris got roaring drunk
and went to dance naked in the rain.
They were so drunk
that they tripped over a rainbow
and busted it into a billion pieces.
While Dionysus and Iris
sat on their butts in the mud,
laughing like idiots,
suddenly the sun came out
and the broken pieces took wing
and that was the beginning of butterflies.
Re: Well...
November 2 2011, 03:16:19 UTC 9 years ago
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November 2 2011, 18:35:27 UTC 9 years ago
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November 2 2011, 22:15:07 UTC 9 years ago
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November 3 2011, 00:31:03 UTC 9 years ago
Yes, he likes loosened women. Fortunately he is immortal and does not need to worry about being ripped limb from limb.
>> Or he's like a wine waiter who tops up your glass without asking while you're not looking...<<
*laugh* I think you just nailed the explanation.