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Lay of Rome
Thomas YbarraOh, the Roman was a rogue,
He erat was, you bettum;
He ran his automobilis
And smoked his cigarettum;
He wore a diamond studibus
And elegant cravattum,
A maxima cum laude shirt,
And a stylish hattum!
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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 necqui;
He winked (quo usque tandem?)
At puellas on the Forum,
And sometimes 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 labor — 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 diff’rent thing
Was the homo (dative, hominy)
Of far-away B.C.
From us of Anno Domini.
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