Catullus to His Knockers
AD AURELIUM ET FURIUM
Ode 16.
If now and then I spill a pome
That seems too peppery for a paper
Subscribers take into The Home—
Too filled with chili sauce and caper—
Because I’m fresh and will not shut up
You think that I’m an awful cut-up.
That seems too peppery for a paper
Subscribers take into The Home—
Too filled with chili sauce and caper—
Because I’m fresh and will not shut up
You think that I’m an awful cut-up.
A poet in the major league
Must lead a life above suspicion,
Though he may write of love, intrigue,
Society and prohibition.
His stuff has got to be so snappy
That it will make all ages happy.
Must lead a life above suspicion,
Though he may write of love, intrigue,
Society and prohibition.
His stuff has got to be so snappy
That it will make all ages happy.
Cease, lowlifes, then, to lamp my line;
Your knocking never shall upset me.
I lyricize of love and wine,
And those who care for such will get me.
And you who don’t—oh, yes, I mean you,
Aurelius, Furius—I’ll bean you!
Your knocking never shall upset me.
I lyricize of love and wine,
And those who care for such will get me.
And you who don’t—oh, yes, I mean you,
Aurelius, Furius—I’ll bean you!