From Dread to Bed by Merest Thread

Theseus:
King Minos, this whole banquet is a farce.
You’ve brought us here to take it up the arse.
The legend of your bull falls far amiss-
This nonsense runs straight over precipice.

Minos:
Yet no such luck, young lad, there’ll be for you;
My Minotaur shall gore your flesh straight through.
As children go, he’s been an aberration,
Of Pasiphae and bull collaboration.
When Neptune’s beast such hospitality she gave
I knew of such must issue be depraved.

Ariadne (aside to Theseus):
They keep the creature trapped in walls that maze;
On youths like you in batches does he graze.
All final qualms do swallow now and dread
The creature’s wrath–or mine; here, take this thread,
And after you have gored the creature’s head,
Use this to find your way to me–and bed.

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