The Muses Nine

The Muses nine
have come in time
To teach you a song, in rhyme.
They have come to sing and dance
While, you along will sing and prance
Listening by chance.

Mother Mnemosyne and King of the Gods, Zeus
Were the parents of the nine muse.

First there's Calliope, with lovely song
First of the nine and still going long.
She taught Achilles how to sing and cheer for friends
She helped Aphrodite and Persephone make amends.
By Apollo she bore Linus,
And then cried for him when Heracles made him a minus.

Second came forth, Clio, with love of history
Which to me, history contains still a bit of mystery.
She taught the ABC'S to the Greeks,
With that she started a trend of smart geeks.
By the wrath of Aphrodite, Clio fell in love with Pierius
She was all too delirious.
Clio bore Hyacinth, you know the pretty flower
But I don't think Hyacinth had that much power.

The "lovely" Erato (sister three) , loved to mimic
I believe that was just a gimic.
Her love for erotic poetry was her real passion.
And I praise her for her fashion,
Wearing a crown of roses on her head
And she would like to thank all the little people that wrote in bed.

The fourth sister, Euterpe, musically inclined, attributed the double flute
Which can be played anyone, even the mute.
With the name meaning "Giver of Pleasure"
She still looks up to her measures.
The mother of Rhesus, whose father was a river
Rhesus was slain at Troy and no longer does he shiver.

Melpomene was sister number five
Wore a tragic mask, and kept the play of tragedy alive.
Still she had her joyous singing
In hand she kept club and sword swinging.
Wearing traditional cothurnus, boots of the tragic actor
And wearing a crown of cypress is another factor.

The Muse of Sacred Poetry, sister six, is next in line
Polyhymnia, also known as the muse of mime.
She has a look of pensiveness on her face,
Hidden underneath a veil of lace.
Speaks with a beautiful eloquence and says her name
And has brought writers distinction, whose works have won them immortal fame.

Sister Terpsichore was muse number seven,
Danced and twirled her way down from heaven.
If you haven't already guessed she's the muse of dancing,
And nothing is silly about her prancing.
Terpsichore is the mother of the sirens with deadly singing voices,
That lured sailors to their death, but they had to make their own choices.

Number eight was Thalia and what a funny little muse,
She enchants us with her talent of lighting the comic fuse.
Her head is crowed with ivy and holds a shepherd's crook in her hand.
On her face she wears the comic mask and is the first comedienne in the land.
Thalia has a playful way as the comic of the show,
And I don't think she does it for the dough.

Urania, the final sister always keeps her eyes up toward the stars,
And the planets, from Mercury to Pluto and back to Mars.
The muse of astronomy, tells your future by the stars position
It's her acquisition.
She wears her crown of celestial glimmer
And keeps her eyes always in tune with the stars that shimmer.

The Muses nine
Have told me to finish this rhyme,
But they'll come back another time.
To dance and sing,
And let the good times ring.

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I wrote this as an assignment for my Mythology class in 2001, got an A on it. And currently writing music on it as a folk song. If anyone wants to help me on it, please let me know. Either piano or guitar is fine.