You should know which jaws
I use to maul, and which snarl
is innocent and which is not.
You have to grasp
in which ear to whisper
and in which you have to shout
you should be taught before you cross
the river Styx into which eye to stare
and where to bow, to beg and how
to learn which head of three to fear
and which to pat.
I might bite or maim before I let you in,
but if you try to leave I’ll quarter you alive
despite the fact you’re dead.
Mythological creatures is a fun topic, and when asked to write about it by Brendan at toads my choice fell on Cerberus, the three headed dog. In real life there are only two headed dogs: