Thetis, sworn leader of the Neiredes
approaches on porpoise, gracefully gliding,
stately questions: 'What is Your Will of us, 
please do not fear to unleash your tidings.'

'Why would I fear my water-spawned cousins?'
Aphrodite somewhat slighted, demands,
'Our mission requires barely three dozen,
who craves among you, adventure unplanned?'

Giggling, chattering, gossiping girls,
'Will there be lovers?' a shapely nymph asks,
laughter, expletives as excitement swirls,
ribald suggestions, spluttering gasps.

'I fear for our scheme,' Penelope wails,
'so very silly seem women with tails.'