Tensions were high on Mount Olympus, mainly due to Zeus's fury at the loss of his master bolt. Apollo raised both hands, drawing attention. "I know many of us are stressed," he said. "I feel that this moment needs a poem." Apollo cleared his throat.
"Lighting sparks
but just in the noose
of that top god
the one called Zeus
some thief came
stole his master bolt
the thing packs a punch
a lot more than a volt
I wouldn't want to be
on the receiving end
when good ole lord Zeus
recovers his little 'friend'"
Apollo looked around, arms raised in triumph. He grinned. "So, how did I do?"
A/N: I wasn't really going for quality here, just trying to write it Apollo-style. :) Please review by replying to his question - "So, how did I do?" In this case, reviews such as "It was terrible" wouldn't be a problem at all. :D