The Cold Wave of 32 B.C.
AD THALIARCHUM
It is cold, O Thaliarchus, and Soracte's crest is white;
There is skating on the Tiber; there is No Relief in Sight.
Tell the janitor the radiator's absolutely cold ...
Let us crack a quart of Sabine; I've a case of four-year old.
Here's to Folly, Thaliarchus! Here is " Banzai! " , " Pros't! " , and " How! "
We should fret about the future! We should corrugate the brow!
And joy is so much velvet; Age impinges soon enough.
Why resolve to can the frivol? Why decide to chop the fluff?
On the well-known Campus Martius, as the shade of night descends,
There are ladies castlewalking with their unplatonic friends;
Many a sweetly smiling damsel — need I fill up further space?
Hurry, O my Thaliarchus, let us go that to there place.
It is cold, O Thaliarchus, and Soracte's crest is white;
There is skating on the Tiber; there is No Relief in Sight.
Tell the janitor the radiator's absolutely cold ...
Let us crack a quart of Sabine; I've a case of four-year old.
Here's to Folly, Thaliarchus! Here is " Banzai! " , " Pros't! " , and " How! "
We should fret about the future! We should corrugate the brow!
And joy is so much velvet; Age impinges soon enough.
Why resolve to can the frivol? Why decide to chop the fluff?
On the well-known Campus Martius, as the shade of night descends,
There are ladies castlewalking with their unplatonic friends;
Many a sweetly smiling damsel — need I fill up further space?
Hurry, O my Thaliarchus, let us go that to there place.
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