To a Roman Vamp
Tell me, Lydia, why you ruin
Sybaris with your burning love?
Once he was a discus bruin;
Once he loved the sun above.
Soft the sinew, gone the fibre
Of his green, athletic youth;
Now he fears the yellow Tiber —
He who might have rivalled Ruth!
Sulks he as the son of Thetis
At the Trojan falling did;
This the burden of my treatise:
Why don't you lay off him, Lyd?
Tell me, Lydia, why you ruin
Sybaris with your burning love?
Once he was a discus bruin;
Once he loved the sun above.
Soft the sinew, gone the fibre
Of his green, athletic youth;
Now he fears the yellow Tiber —
He who might have rivalled Ruth!
Sulks he as the son of Thetis
At the Trojan falling did;
This the burden of my treatise:
Why don't you lay off him, Lyd?
Sybaris with your burning love?
Once he was a discus bruin;
Once he loved the sun above.
Soft the sinew, gone the fibre
Of his green, athletic youth;
Now he fears the yellow Tiber —
He who might have rivalled Ruth!
Sulks he as the son of Thetis
At the Trojan falling did;
This the burden of my treatise:
Why don't you lay off him, Lyd?
Tell me, Lydia, why you ruin
Sybaris with your burning love?
Once he was a discus bruin;
Once he loved the sun above.
Soft the sinew, gone the fibre
Of his green, athletic youth;
Now he fears the yellow Tiber —
He who might have rivalled Ruth!
Sulks he as the son of Thetis
At the Trojan falling did;
This the burden of my treatise:
Why don't you lay off him, Lyd?
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