Eventually, Odysseus, with the Fates, <br />Devized a way to breach the gates <br />Of Troy by means of a wooden horse, <br />Full of warriors, or course; <br />Even helped by Helen, knowing <br />How the winds of fate were blowing. <br /> <br />O, how women got the sillies <br />When seeing handsome Prince Achilles, <br />Alas, it wasn’t Cupid’s arrow <br />That struck his heel and chilled his marrow, <br />But that of Paris, princely cloaked, <br />And thus in Troy, Achilles croaked. <br /> <br />But in the end, the Greeks had won, <br />And mighty Troy was there undone; <br />Sacked and burned in all her glory, <br />Thought just another Homer story; <br />A tale to sing at drink and sup, <br />Till Heinrich Schliemann dug her up!<br /><br />John Bliven Morin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trojan-war-in-a-nutshell-page-3-of-3/
