The Golden Ram

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PROMPT: Write a poem about your zodiac sign.

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Do you know who I am?

The name is
                                           Golden Ram.

"How many karats, how many grams?"

you ask.

Well check'em and bask, fam!

These horns are real, not a scam.

See, I'm no sacrifical lamb, so

don't disrespect, call me Madame.


Still don't know who I am?

Well, here, I'll draw you a diagram:

Mesarthim, Hamal and Sheratan,

my star crew, 'cause I only jam

with the best, it's true.


Second smallest, but second to none!

First to greet the planets and the sun.

Run to catch me, I'm clearest in the Fall.

I'm nearest to my dearest, so just recall

my seven sisters, Plediades, count'em all.


Got that? Good.

I'm sorry, what's that?

Still doubt my glory?

Then dust off those old books

and let me tell you the story

of Helle and Phrixus.

Born to royalty, a sister and brother

who lost their mother,

soon replaced by another,

who made them suffer

(why is it always the stepmother?).


But the good God Hermes took pity

and fashioned ME

to carry'em over the sea

to safety.

But, oh, what tragedy!

Helle was clumsy and lost her grip,

only to slip and sink

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