Apollo was shopping for a new pair of sunglasses, as he had accidentally dropped his last pair out of his chariot. He had a dilemma: which type to get? This question inspired a poem.
"Conflicted, unsure
I don't know what to buy
whether red or black
the options make me sigh
there are so many different
looks, sizes and brands
I slowly lift each pair
turning it in my hands
finally I settle
on a pair so neon bright
I have no doubt they will
protect me from the light."
He grinned as he finished the poem. "That was good. I must remember to write it down."
A/N: These poems are fun to write. Apollo is such an interesting character. Another update tomorrow!