Pelops
The dish that Tantalus served up to gods
And goddesses degraded every gift
Presented since, to anyone. The odds
Of ever matching it were cut adrift
By knives inside his kitchen. How compete
With such a present? Even South Sea tribes
Don’t serve their kith and kin, and so that treat
You bought a friend just doesn’t give the vibes
Required to make an impact large enough.
That Tantalus has trumped us, everyone.
No matter how we wrap and ribbon stuff,
It cannot ever hope to be THAT fun!
Since Europe’s kings ate human body parts,
We might as well not roll out shopping carts.