A Parody, From The First Aeneid.

×

Error message

  • Notice: Undefined index: und in eval() (line 2 of /home/poemlake/public_html/sites/all/modules/views/plugins/views_plugin_argument_default_php.inc(66) : eval()'d code).
  • Notice: Trying to access array offset on value of type null in eval() (line 2 of /home/poemlake/public_html/sites/all/modules/views/plugins/views_plugin_argument_default_php.inc(66) : eval()'d code).
  • Notice: Trying to access array offset on value of type null in eval() (line 2 of /home/poemlake/public_html/sites/all/modules/views/plugins/views_plugin_argument_default_php.inc(66) : eval()'d code).

DIXIT; et avertens roseâ cervice refulsit,
Ambrosiaeque comae divinum vertice odorem
Spiravere: pedes vestis defluxit ad imos,
Et vera incessu patuit Dea. —

SHE said; and turning, shew'd her wrinkled neck,
In scales and colour like a roach's back.
Forth from her greasy locks such odours flow,
As those who've smelt Dutch coffee-houses, know.
To her mid-leg her petticoat was rear'd,
And the true slattern in her dress appear'd.