This was done by my friend and I for an English assignment. It's based on the myth of "Pyramis and Thisbe" (pronounced "Pier-ah-muss" and "Thizz-bee"). Basically, if you know the story line of "Romeo and Juliet" you'll get this myth. This is done completely in limericks. So, review and enjoy!
Pyramus And Thisbe:
Babylonia was ruled by Semiramis,
And was home to Thisbe and Pyramus,
They lived in a town,
But wore a sad frown,
For their parents were far too serious.
Pyramus was the finest of all,
He was handsome and cunning and tall.
He lived in a house,
Adjoining his spouse,
But proclaimed his love through a wall.
Hearing his words was Thisbe,
And she spoke with a voice that was lispy.
She was pretty and fair,
With long golden hair,
And her luscious red lips screamed kiss me.
Banned was the marriage to be,
For their parents just couldn't agree.
They forbid them to wed,
And harsh words were said,
But with glances and signs they found glee.
"Why do you keep us apart,
Cold thing with a merciless heart?"
They cried at the wall,
But still it stood tall,
Keeping the lovers apart.
One morning, the lovers did cite,
They wanted to meet one night.
They set up a date,
An hour quite late,
Then wept tears of joyful delight.
"My love I think we should flee,
Into the neighbouring lea,
When the sun has gone down,
And no one's around,
Meet me by the mulberry tree."
There was a mulberry tree,
As white as a white tree could be.
Its branches reached high,
Up into the sky.
It was a marvellous sight to see.
When Thisbe arrived there first,
She saw a lioness slaking her thirst.
Off she did flee,
Away from the tree,
Because she feared for the worst.
When she fled she dropped her veil
Which caught on the lion's long tail
It ripped it apart,
Leaving blood on one part,
Which Pyramus saw and went pale.
"Oh, what has happened to thee,
My gentle and loving Thisbe?
Here we would meet,
But now you're dead meat.
And the cause of it all was me."
He picked up the veil from the sand,
And clutched in a trembling hand,
He walked to the tree,
Then sat on one knee,
His tears flowing down to the land.
"My blood with which I will stain,
In the hopes that I'll share your pain."
Then against his chest,
With his sword he pressed,
And with that his life did wane.
His blood seeped into the bark,
As he died alone in the dark.
On the berries it spread,
And turned them dark red.
On the journey of death he embarked.
Thisbe was trying to be brave,
As she crept from the mouth of the cave,
Trembling with fear,
'Cause her love was sincere,
She arrived at her lover's crude grave.
"O Pyramus, what have you done?
This mistake that can't be undone,
Your life you did take,
All for my sake.
We shall join in death as one."
Feeling completely depressed,
She aimed his sword at her chest.
She pled to the arbour,
A memory to harbour.
And the plunged the blade through her breast.
Their parents did finally agree,
That forever together they'd be.
Now the berries are red,
To remember the dead,
And the love of Pyramus and Thisbe.