The Epic of Dramamine

O, Muse, guide my fingers as I attempt
To retell the courageous and intrepid event
Of three young women you have not yet seen,
To find the elusive elixir of Dramamine.
O, Muses fair, grant me your grace
As I now, without further ado, retrace
Past events of a most curious case.

The Three of whom I speak hailed from the
Same town dedicated to the Lord, the
King, most High. They were disciples at a
University and traveled that day
To the capital city of their nation.
They began early without hesitation
Ready to see great sights and have some fun,
Even though the clouds covered the morning sun.

The journey was not too long before,
Not due to any fault they might have bore,
To our dear, sweet heroines trouble came
When cruel Inertia decided to tame
Their excitement by attacking one poor
Girl. The others avowed to find the cure
For Inertia’s curse and have fun despite,
And thought it would be fun to try to fight,
Evil Inertia’s plan to have all men
Follow her laws of gravity. So when
Their ship arrived at the temple of the
Muses, they surely knew the cure must be
In one of the temples in the city.

Nevertheless, they thought it a pity
To be in the city and not visit
Abraham in his temple where he sits
In his enormous, white throne to ask
For luck on their quest because his great task
For the country had, too, been of a great
Significance. While their quick, sure gait
Led them to Abraham, the gods did side
With Inertia, so to slow their deft stride,
They commanded rain to fall from the sky
At such a force that they couldn’t get by
If they hadn’t come prepared with magic boots.
These boots kept them dry so they stayed en route
To their destination. On the way, they
Danced in the rain and they began to play.

Finally, at the temple, they looked at
Abraham and thought him to be at that
Moment quite grand. They then asked him about
This elusive Dramamine. He said, “Out
Of the Mall you need to go to the CVS.”
“Where do we find that,” said they in distress,
Because they were not familiar with the
Layout of the city and, of course, the
Angry gods would be unleashing their flood.
“Fear not, young ones, be brave and true. Your blood
Will not be shed. It is an adventure
And I’m sure you will do just fine. Venture
Out now. The rain has thinned. You should go toward
My old palace, nearby you’ll find your reward
For your seeking the precious Dramamine.”

They thanked Old Abe and left, running between
The rain drops above in the gray-lit sky.
Dashing through the streets while cars passed by
They spotted Abe’s old palace lawn and found
The street they needed which lead the three down
To the shrine of the Dramamine. In they
Went and found their prize and went on their way.

The rest of their trip was all fun and games.
They returned to tell their tale, stake their claims
On the bus, and road happily homeward.
With Inertia vanquished peace was restored.

Note from the poet:
I now have a newfound respect for Homer, Chaucer, and Moliere. Rhyming couplets are hard, especially if you attempt to place them in iambic pentameter. I know this poem is sort of silly and its structure is probably weak, but I feel a bit proud of myself for actually completing it. So I hope you enjoy!! :-)