ODE TO A POET
So, Vergil, cast your eye on these
Our tortured offerings, if you please,
With sweat, and tears, and many a curse,
We`ve tried to translate your lines of verse
--Maryemm
And now you have us on our knees,
Your lofty poem is no breeze,
Next time try for poetry terse
Lest we go from bad to worse.
---Manny
We weep, we moan, we twist and turn
Your words, yet for them more we yearn.
You are the best, we are the worst,
We'll plumb your myst'ries though or burst!
---Goldenrain
O you, Calliope, and all the Muses,
do you, I pray, inspire me: I must
sing of the trauma and the pain.
of those each Latin student sent down to Virgil;
unroll with me the mighty scroll their translations.
You, goddesses, remember, you alone can tell
What nonsense they alone could spell.-
-Joan K
"Morituri" comes to mind
A clash with Fate, not far behind.
Oh, Muse, prevent your erring daughter
From writing anything improper.
And lest these lines may cause concern
I pledge my troth that I will learn
To read, and write, your lines with ease
And from these scribblings, henceforth cease!
--Maryemm
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