Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

I seem to be saving Catullus at his most dreadful for last...

CATULLUS 113

Pompey is diligent in his career
same consulate same Rome a different year.
His wife in her own way is just the same,
you know her, Nasal Drip Girl, wossername.
From one or two, it's now a street parade
of lovers. She works hard at getting laid,
pursues adultery at such high speed,
because she's swallowed gallons of his seed.
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