The Tragedy of a Greek Mother. By CpSingleton © 2014
My dearest Achilles,
I write to you with most haste.
I fear if you carry on so dangerously
Your dip in the Styx will be a waste.
You forget the prophesy I
Was told before your birth.
You risk a violent death, my dear.
Have a little more self worth!
I send to thee some bronze socks,
To cover your dodgy heel.
They are not a fashion accessory, but
The price was quite a steal.
Wear them well my dearest son,
In war and also sport.
Zeus says he might wear a pair
Next time that he holds court.
Well, I must go now dearest son,
The nereids are giving my head a ache.
Remember what I told you son,
There is very much at stake.
Your loving mother,
I regret to inform that those socks
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