Classic Poem

Aurelius, father of the treat,
Where hunger finds not ought to ear;
Such fasting treats were ne'er of yore,
Nor are, nor ever will be more;
Thy lustful thoughts too freely rove,
Fain wouldst thou tempt my pretty love,
Nor mak'st a secret of the thing,
But to my charmer's side dost cling,
Dost boldly impudently toy,
And every wanton art employ;
Yet, vain shall prove thy base intent,
For e'en my guilt should thine prevent:
Wert thou high fed, all this I'd bear;
But that the one I hold most dear
Should learn to hunger, and to thirst,
So moves my choler, that 'twill burst.
Then hold, while thou canst honest be;
If not, I'll do a deed for thee.