Classic Poem

I delight in the prime of a boy of twelve,
but a thirteen-year-old's better yet.

At fourteen he's Love's even sweeter flower,
& one going on fifteen's even more delightful.

Sixteen belongs to the gods, & seventeen . . .
it's not for me, but Zeus to seek.

If you want the older ones, you don't play
any more, but seek & answer back .