Damocles gives it his best shot. He picks up a goatskin tambourine and starts banging it against his hip so he can remember the proper meter. He spouts out a lot of the canned stuff from Homer, the clichéd "epithets" you use when you can’t think of anything original, like "So-and-so of the nodding plumed helmet," and "his armor rang about him as he fell," and even stuff that sounds vaguely comical nowadays, like "he bit the dust."