The Rape of Ganymede

I kid you not, I never lie,
the bird came hurtling from the sky;
it didn’t pause, it didn’t swerve,
it took the boy, the bloody nerve.

I know, I know it sounds absurd.
No matter what you think you’ve heard
I saw it with my own two eyes -
in it swoops and off it flies.

The boy was naked, just about,
not your average village lout;
he looked a bit like Angelina
smaller hips, a little leaner.

About fourteen, but I’d be guessing;
my oh my, this is depressing.
He was a very pretty youth
and that’s the simple, honest truth.

Golden eagle? I’m not sure
I’ve never seen its like before.
The feet were all this startling yellow -
just gathered up the little fellow.

Two pints, I swear that’s all I’ve had.
What will become of that young lad?
It headed north, towards that peak;
if you’re quick you’d catch the freak.

I know that’s where the gods all live
Hera, Hermes – who’s that spiv? -
ah yes, Aries, god of war.
What puts those folk above the law?

Don’t put your bloody pads away.
What is it with you cops today?
No way that you are charging Zeus?
You’ll leave the bastard on the loose?

Hold on a mo, forget this stuff;
you can’t arrest me, that’s enough.
I’ll play along, I’ll keep it shut:
the god’s alright, the boy’s a slut.