Het is weekend. U mag weer.
Spare me the Roman wars, and those
Who battled on in myth, when prose
Extends to suit these topics better
Than odes in their mellifluous meter.

Maecenas, think on this awhile:
Strong themes are suited to your style
Like dragging tyrants by their necks.
While my sweet Muse would sing of sex,

Of my fair lady, Licymnia
Who fondly hopes her heart will be a
Faithful devotee of mine
With eyes as shimmering as wine.

See how she glories at the chance
To show her prowess in the dance.
Though lightly clad, she's not the least
Shy of display at Diane's feast.

Tell me, Maecenas, wouldn't you
Abjure all wealth, and treasure too,
If Licymnia would choose to spare
One strand of her luxuriant hair?

Even if this flirtatious miss
Denies you the favor of one kiss
To disconcert you, makes you feel it,
She won't accept your kiss; she'll steal it!
Prettig weekend. And be nice.