God of the Sea, an old being and title, something that he used to be

A powerful trident in hand, trnasformed now into what we most commonly see

A fork, yes a fork, that metalic bond of power in the times of hunger

Departed now from the life water, no longer dwelling in the ways opposite of thunder

That horse, it is real, like a stallion on land, but rather a noble steed in carrying the tools

Remeber how he was once God of the sea, water and fish, now he's God of the Seafood

That giant fork still by his side, test tasting any seafood that crosses his Shoreline

Shoreline, the name of is great restaraunt and cooking

Where only the chefs with the skill of the currents can come looking

In search of mastery of the lobster, shrimp, and crams, 

Careful of the flames the fire amounts in the pans

For everyone, Poseidon is cautious of those with unclean hands

Do not think you will eat or even walk in, that would be the greatest sin, if you are not clensed

But once you do, enjoy the greatest dish you've ever had

Would be best to really like it, wouldn't want to make Poseidon mad

That's when the glasses tremble, cling, and plates fall all around

That angry temper didn't wash away, it remains a terror of sound

Despite, in the settle moments he gives his waves of opinions

For no seafood dish goes prepared without the aprroval of Poseidon.