Better than working

[Gibbon]

Love in the afternoon

It was very hot. The day had gone just past its noon.
I'd stretched out on a couch to take a nap.
One of the window-shutters was open, one was closed.
The light was like you'd see deep in the woods,
or like the glow of dusk when Phoebus leaves the sky,
or when night pales, and day has not yet dawned,
- a perfect light for girls with too much modesty,
where anxious Shame can hope to hide away.
When, look! here comes Corinna in a loose ungirded gown,
her parted hair framing her gleaming throat,
like lovely Semiramis entering her boudoir,
or fabled Lais, loved by many men.
I tore her gown off - not that it mattered, being so sheer,
and yet she fought to keep that sheer gown on;
but since she fought with no great wish for victory,
she lost, betraying herself to the enemy.
And as she stood before me, her garment all thrown off,
I saw a body perfect in every inch:
What shoulders, what fine arms I looked on - and embraced!
What lovely breasts, begging to be caressed!
How smooth and flat a belly under a compact waist!
And the side view - what a long and youthful thigh!
But why go into details? Each point deserved its praise.
I clasped her naked body close to mine.
You can fill in the rest. We both lay there, worn out.
May all my afternoons turn out this well.


Ovid

[MaryPoppins]

Baffling. Gibbon, do you post on Mumsnet?

[Gibbon]

Baffling. Gibbon, do you post on Mumsnet?

I can't edit my posts with the client browser and I ended up accidentally coping all the tabs from the poem page. The poem is by the Roman Ovid from circa 2000 years ago. On yesterdays sunny afternoon it made me think what I'd rather be doing than sat here.

FWIW I don't post on mumsnet.

[doodab]

FWIW I don't post on mumsnet.

Maybe you should, I reckon the MILFs will lap that up....

[Churchill]

Maybe you should, I reckon the MILFs will lap that up....

Speaking of which...

Oi Drewster!!!! How's the meaty labia?

[Gibbon]

Maybe you should, I reckon the MILFs will lap that up....

And probably mutilate my gentilia afterwards .........

[doodab]

And probably mutilate my gentilia afterwards .........

women love a man who knows a bit of poetry. it shows you are educated and sensitive, and if you can remember all those words then there is a resonable chance you'll remember their birthday.

I've lost count of the number of times I've been propositioned after reciting the opening stanza of Xanadu. I thinkit's the bit about the mighty pleasure dome that does it.

[Gibbon]

women love a man who knows a bit of poetry. it shows you are educated and sensitive, and if you can remember all those words then there is a resonable chance you'll remember their birthday.

Thats blown it then.

[Wilmslow]

I clasped her naked body close to mine.
You can fill in the rest. We both lay there, worn out.
May all my afternoons turn out this well.

Very good, but, where is the bassett hound that gives the clasping challenge?

[DaveB]

women love a man who knows a bit of poetry. it shows you are educated and sensitive, and if you can remember all those words then there is a resonable chance you'll remember their birthday.

I've lost count of the number of times I've been propositioned after reciting the opening stanza of Xanadu. I thinkit's the bit about the mighty pleasure dome that does it.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree,
Neath caverns measurless to man,
Where Alf the sacred river ran,
Down to a sunless sea.

That and Wordsworths bloody Daffodils are the only bits of poetry I can ever remember.

I can call up the odd snippet of Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, but not in any real order and mostly as a result of listening to Iron Maiden's version far too many times in my youth

I used to be able to recite most of The Illiad, in translation, as a result of doing Latin at O Level but that has long since gone.

Eskimo Nell anyone?