Polyphemus Throwing A Rock At Odysseus

Those who cannot paint,
Must in turn copy and paste,
But be that just as it may,
Today I hold no complaint,
The end result is to my taste,
And the world sees it today,
I wish I had the skill to paint,
But I merely copy and paste,
So behold what came this way,
I would say it is quite quaint,
Even if it was done with haste,
But best I leave my bragging at bay,
Polyphemus knew of no restraint,
Thus he was blinded and disgraced,
He thought flesh of men was his prey,
But now his folly is what people paint,
For there are things men ought not taste,
Because Odysseus is always on his way.