Monday, April 23, 2012

Wary of Being Panned in Public, Publius Ovidius Naso Lambasts Himself Piteously, though Still Failing to Abort the Metamorphoses of the Masses Brought on by the Likes of One Alfredius E. Neumano, Roman Gadfly


Spare the rod? Holy Jupiter, are you mad, 
Ovidius? Shove that spit into that kid before

He turns us all into fawning muttonheads. 



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3 comments:

  1. Conrad DiDiodatoApril 23, 2012 at 2:12 AM

    I do recall a certain Alfredius E. Neumano myself: wasn't he the one throwing spitballs at the gladiators?

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  2. Jonathan ChantApril 24, 2012 at 12:58 AM

    Very good. I love the contrast between huge title and short poem. And the drama in those lines. Great work Vassilis...

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  3. vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)April 24, 2012 at 12:39 PM

    What? Me worry with comments like these?

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