Apollo and Daphne

Only a poet could be moved by her nervous charm

He dreamed, but she took Hollywood by storm.

What good is spoken or sexual valor

Once her hair's enhanced by technicolor?

She wished it, though. Sarcastic as the god

Apollo, he watched the screen, chainsmoking, crazy

With high laughter. As lithely praying Daphne

Comes true, what can he do but knock on wood?