Rose up Ovid,
brilliant, bright
Slew Elegy
on their wedding night.
No poison vial
or steel-tipped spear:
Lovely Latin lyrics
he whispered
into her ear.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
A bit of doggerel on the continuing subject of Ovid, Amores
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