Classic Poem

Charming our ladies, our young men adorn
Themselves right bravely: poet, come and spread
Thy chorus of winged stanzas overhead.
Strew flowers thyself. No need our loves to scorn.

" Why is thy verse so raw? Why sow a thorn
Within our hearts? Forget. The Fates have led
Thee to th' Enchanted Garden, smiles are shed
On thee by Beauty. Is earth then so forlorn?" —

Now to indignant Juvenal go say:
" Be not so frantic! Smile. Take our advice,
Change to Glyconics thy fierce Hexameters";

And, when great Dante hurls his burning verse
Up out of Hell, down out of Paradise,
Just soothe their fury in your cafe au lait .