Classic Poem

You sat alone, yet I declare
I thought I saw three people there,
It was your head deceived me quite,
Somehow I could not count it right,
For it was decked on either side
With locks a boy might own with pride,
But there's a vast expanse between
Where not a single hair is seen.

A fine arrangement as you found,
When Caesar's festal gifts went round;
You got three baskets I am told.
Methinks that Geryon of old
Looked just like you — pray do not go
Too near Philippus' portico;
If Hercules should see your head,
All's over, you're as good as dead.