91. The Priests of Cybele -

A SOLDIER was coming back home to Ravenna
With Achillas, a pretty young runaway, when a
Band of effeminate priests came along
And the soldier joined up with the castrated throng.
The priests asked the boy where in bed the pair lay:
For they thought that on him a foul trick they would play.
But he saw their intention and cunningly lied —
" My place," he declared, " is the outermost side."
After supper the priests, when the two were asleep,
Took a knife and in silence towards them did creep,
And proceeded the outermost partner to geld
While the boy his safe place on the inner side held.
We have seen how a stag saved the maiden of old:
But here for a stag we a phallus behold.
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Martial
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