Here's my 2nd poem. Again, please don't copy.
Poseidon, ruler of the deep blue sea,
Where magnificent animals, and creatures will be.
Poseidon can rule with an iron fist,
Or have the gentlest touch, making creatures feel kissed.
The push and pull of the tide as it ebbs,
They listen to old man Poseidon, doing as he says.
Poseidon has a trident at his side,
By only his rules, does he obide.
As the night falls, the waves will recede,
They just help poseidon, and help with his needs.
Who knows what goes on at night under the sea,
I think we all know, that it will be a mystery.