To Dionysus With Beer

Dionysus my friend this not the end

trying to kill yourself immortality cannot bend you lack war and strife, some spice in your life

not a toga nor a chiton then how about a wife.

Athena‘s eyes are grey they sparkle in the night

now I’m sure she would mind if you shagged her with all your might

her breast are ever perky, thigh’s strong and firm

lay siege to her and conquer, victory you will earn.

My friend don’t be shy of the goddess with grey eyes

I’ll tell you a joke you know what never mind

Dionysus listen well this joke I will tell,

if you dare to use your tongue she’ll give you five sons, three daughters a knell, a dell maybe even a wishing well.