the modest god of blacksmithing was husband to Venus,
which, in my opinion, means he wielded a fine penis;
but (being immortal) Venus craved variety,
so with the violent, forceful Mars came impropriety.
without missing a beat, the blacksmith took to his forge
& forged a silvery net where two gods could be stored
& laid it on the bed where his bride would be bred
against his will (having the skill to make his net invisible).
salaciously entwined, the lovers arrived, wild;
Mars threw Venus at the bed & flung both thighs aside—
then, the delicate trap wrapped & ensnared them in their shame,
& both gods, caught red-handed, found out they lost the game!
finally, complete with the victorious captor,
the trinity, immune to death, erupted in laughter.