Postanton

Not content with merely reigning as Chief Marlin, the vigorous and onomastically elusive Giancarlo Stanton has declared himself lord of the entire watery realm. Behold!

In his honor, then, a Hymn*:

HEAR, Postanton, ruler of the sea profound,
Whose liquid grasp begirts the solid ground;
Who, at the bottom of the stormy main,
Dark and deep-bosom’d, hold’st thy wat’ry reign;
Thy awful hand the brazen trident bears,
And ocean’s utmost bound, thy will reveres:
Thee I invoke, whose steeds the foam divide,
From whose dark locks the briny waters glide;
Whose voice loud founding thro’ the roaring deep,
Drives all its billows, in a raging heap;
When fiercely riding thro’ the boiling sea,
Thy hoarse command the trembling waves obey.

Behold the dark locks from whence the briny waters glide!

* With apologies to Orpheus.




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Good one
Guest
Good one
2 years 10 months ago

Supposed to be funny?

Nick
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Nick
2 years 10 months ago

this guy

Triple R
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Triple R
2 years 10 months ago
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