The Slump in Sybaris
O Lydia, tell me why it is, by all the gods above,
You seek to ruin Sybaris with your incandescent love?
He used to like the scorching sun, and brave the wind and rain,
But now he views the open road with undisguised disdain.
He used to sit a prancing steed, he used to dive and swim;
No more the Tiber laves him, and no more the horse for him.
He used to pack a vicious hook, he used to love a fight;
His arms no more are black with blows, of scars his arms are white.
Time was when none so far as he the javelin could hurl;
Now he that held the record once is silly for a girl!
Concealed he lies, as once of old the brave Achilles did;
By all the gods above you, what's the matter with him, Lyd?
You seek to ruin Sybaris with your incandescent love?
He used to like the scorching sun, and brave the wind and rain,
But now he views the open road with undisguised disdain.
He used to sit a prancing steed, he used to dive and swim;
No more the Tiber laves him, and no more the horse for him.
He used to pack a vicious hook, he used to love a fight;
His arms no more are black with blows, of scars his arms are white.
Time was when none so far as he the javelin could hurl;
Now he that held the record once is silly for a girl!
Concealed he lies, as once of old the brave Achilles did;
By all the gods above you, what's the matter with him, Lyd?
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