Vile predators, shameless and shrill!
Poor Zenophila! Let her sleep still.
Instead, you can eat
My poetical feet;
On such flesh, you may gobble your fill.
But I’m wasting my time; I forgot, you
Delight in a lady that’s hot. You
Impertinent biters,
You blood-sucking blighters -
Mosquitoes! Piss off, or I’ll swat you.
(Having “little Latin and less Greek”, I don’t pretend that this is in any way a translation, just a very liberal paraphrase of the crib.)
Last edited by Brian Allgar; 09-29-2014 at 04:40 AM.
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