Some of the Gods and Goddesses
Had wings upon their heels;
They ran from ritzy raiment
To golden chariot wheels.
Some of them were handsome brutes-
Apollo, say, or Zeus;
They tossed off fancy orgies
At the flimsiest excuse.
One God was Chauffeur to the sun;
And one was Errand Boy;
While Venus and Diana too
Did all right looking coy.
And what, you ask, have all these folks
So august and superior
To do with me, one mere milk man
From rank and file inferior?
My wings are just upon my cap;
Claim no good looks or wealth–
Yet, with the products that I sell,
I’m Messenger of Health!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 20, 1950
