The Muses nine

have come in time

To teach you a song in rhyme.

They have come to sing and dance

While, you along will sing and prance

Listening by chance.





Mother Mnemosyne and King of the Gods, Zeus

Were the parents of the nine muse.





First there's Calliope, with lovely song

First of the nine and still going long.

She taught Achilles how to sing and cheer for friends

She helped Aphrodite and Persephone make amends.

By Apollo she bore Linus,

And then cried for him when Heracles made him a minus.





Second came forth, Clio, with love of history

Which to me, history contains still a bit of mystery.

She taught the ABC'S to the Greeks,

With that she started a trend of smart geeks.

By the wrath of Aphrodite, Clio fell in love with Pierius

She was all too delirious.

Clio bore Hyacinth, you know the pretty flower

But I don't think Hyacinth had that much power.





The "lovely" Erato (sister three), loved to mimic

I believe that was just a gimic.

Her love for erotic poetry was her real passion.

And I praise her for her fashion,

Wearing a crown of roses on her head

And she would like to thank all the little people that wrote in bed.





The fourth sister, Euterpe, musically inclined, attributed the double flute

Which can be played anyone, even the mute.

The mother of Rhesus, whose father was a river

Rhesus was slain at Troy and no longer does he shiver.

Erato, with her name meaning "Delight and Joy"

She can make any song seem like a toy.





Melpomene was sister number five

Wore a tragic mask, and kept the play of tragedy alive.

Still she had her joyous singing

In hand she kept club and sword swinging.

Wearing traditional cothurnus,

boots of the tragic actor

And wearing a crown of cypress is another factor.





The Muse of Sacred Poetry, sister six, is next in line

Polyhymnia, also known as the muse of mime.

She has a look of pensiveness on her face,

Hidden underneath a veil of lace.

Speaks with a beautiful eloquence and says her name

And has brought writers distinction, whose works have won them immortal

fame.





Sister Terpsichore was muse number seven,

Danced and twirled her way down from heaven.

If you haven't already guessed she's the muse of dancing,

And nothing

is silly about her prancing.

Terpsichore is the mother of the sirens with deadly singing voices,

That lured sailors to their death, but they had to make their own choices.





Number eight was Thalia and what a funny little muse,

She enchants us with her talent of lighting the comic fuse.

Her head is crowed with ivy and holds a shepherd\'s crook in her hand.

On her face she wears the comic mask and is the first comedienne in the

land.

Thalia has a playful way as the comic of the show,

And I don't think she

does it for the dough.





Urania, the final sister always keeps her eyes up toward the stars,

And the planets, from Mercury to Pluto and back to Mars.

The muse of astronomy, tells your future by the stars position

It's her acquisition.

She wears her crown of celestial glimmer

And keeps her eyes always in tune with the stars that shimmer.





The Muses nine

Have told me to finish this rhyme,

But they'll come back another time.

To dance and sing,

And let the good times ring.