Dionysus, I invited you over today to clear a charge put upon me.
I know you are the Greek god of wine and the master of fertility.
Although, you know nothing about me or any of my silly ways.
It is pertinent that I entertain you, so that I may live for many days.
I am a creature of my belonging, a shoemaker by hand.
If that is not crazy enough, I will show you to make you understand.
I drink a glass of wine each day, and I’m sure you need one now.
Several glasses I will feed you before you have to sit down.
Once you sat down and remove your shoes to get very comfortable.
I will snip and remove your pinky toe, that will be inevitable.
You will be so drunk that I promise you will not feel a thing.
And to keep the room lively enough, I work and I sing.
As I am singing, I made some shoes, for a man that has four toes.
And as you come out of your drunken stupor, my hospitality shows.
I will walk you to the door, with your brand new shoes on.
You will chuckle, we will fist bump knuckles, and all my charges will be gone.