Some Parian nonentity was strutting
In the agora today with my ravishing
Neobulé—I had to leave her unquenched,
Still on fire down by a bush
Near a brook and ran off
Babbling when the struggle
Got hot and way out of hand—
Somehow, saving my shaft seemed
More precious, I mean where
Could I find another
One equally cool,
Whiplike and long?
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