OH, the Roman was a rogue, He erat was, you bettum; He ran his automobilus And smoked his cigarettum. He wore a diamond studibus And elegant cravattum, A maxima cum laude shirt And such a stylish hattum! He loved the luscious hic-haec-hoc, And bet on games and equi; At times he won at others though, He got it in the nequi; He winked, (quo usque tandem?) at Puellas on the Forum, And sometimes, too, he even made Those goo-goo oculorum! He frequently was seen At combats gladiatorial And ate enough to feed Ten boarders at Memorial; He often went on sprees And said, on starting homus, "Hic labour -- opus est, Oh, where's my hic -- hic -- domus?" Although he lived in Rome, -- Of all the arts the middle -- He was, (excuse the phrase,) A horrid individ'l; Ah, what a different thing Was the homo (dative, hominy) Of far away B. C. From us of Anno Domini. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG TRANSFORMATION by CARL SANDBURG COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA |