Classic Poem

( THE SHADE OF VILLON SPEAKS )

Stop being peeved about that skirt;
Cut out those maudlin songs—and hurry!
What if she is a heartless flirt?
You should worry!
You know that little low-brow dame,
Lycoris—well, her eyes still glisten
Only for Cyrus Whatsisname.
And he—Well, listen …
Cyrus, the unresponsive brute,
To Pholoë turns all his wooing;
But she—she doesn't give a hoot;
There's nothing doing.
She tells him, with a tilted nose,
Together goats and wolves will revel
Before she'll have him … So it goes.
It beats the devil.
Yes, so it goes. Why, look at me.
Once I was more than happy, sowing
Wild oats with Mamselle Myrtale;
She had me going.
And all the while a loftier miss
Desired me … I should regret it?
No, Albius. In a case like this,
Old top, forget it.