The swiveling eye in central place,
Staring deep around his sheep.
Pulling the corners of his face
Whilst looking for that peep.
Odysseus, crafty hiding
Under the belly of a ram
Shouting “I am nobody”,
Like an awful bullish man.
The cyclops picks up a boulder,
With arms strong and firm
Tosses it at the shouty git,
With a lesson set to learn
Odysseus should have never
Poked him in the eye with that stick,
It always enrages anyone,
To have someone take the mick.
So now poor Odysseus
Is forever maimed,
Never upset a cyclops
With a magnificent aim.