Classic Poem

Old Auctus is really a terrible bore
With his pedigree plate: I would rather he'd pour
The wine from cheap ware, for he tells such a tale
About every piece that the liquor goes stale —
" Laomedon once owned this goblet, my boy
To get it Apollo with music built Troy. —
With this cup fierce Rhoetus engaged in the fray,
Against the Lapiths: it's still dinted to-day —
These beakers their value from Nestor derive,
He rubbed that dove smooth with his hand when alive —
In this bowl Achilles was wont for his friends
To mix a strong dose of his choicest old blends —
From this mug fair Dido did Bitias plight,
When she gave the repast to Aeneas that night" —

So he goes on: each tankard of old Priam smacks:
But you'll find that the wine is young Astyanax.