Apollo
Daphne ran from Apollo
Arrow still aching
Hate coursing through her veins
Apollo chased after
Heart pulsing with desire
Daphne begging her father to let her be
Turning down potential lovers
Her beauty entrapped so many
Still she ran
But Apollo could run faster
As she was about to be caught
Daphne had one last thought
Begging her father to keep her safe
Arms stretched out sprouted leafs
Feet routed to the ground
For at that moment she had become a tree
Apollo now approached
Putting his arms around her delicate trunk
Her leafs fluttered
in the breeze
Apollo stripped off saying
“Honey I'm horny and I’ve got needs”
As he did he sprouted wood.
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