So we sat in the hot tub, Homer, Virgil, and I,
One on my left and one on my right.
The water was boiling, my muscles were numb;
You're so young, you've got oodles of time, said the one,
The other told me to hurry up and get
"A good, handsome, Eye-talian man" for myself,
And to make sure he was rich.
But what do they know? They're octogenarians.
Read it as you will. Angel knows what it means.
2 comments:
Yesh! I do! I do!
In the bagna Miss Lauren resides,
To ease her aching parts
Meanwhile Virgil and Homer preside,
And classical wisdom impart.
I wish I could write poetry. *sigh*
magna, magna sophia! (she invoked, crossing her Hellenike et Latina, and being uncertain of the means to correct it.)
Yes, it is meant to confuse. I wouldn't want to really tell you what I do all day.
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