Horace: Book III, Ode 15 <br /> <br />"Uxor pauperis Ibyci, <br />Tandem nequitiæ fige modum tuæ--" <br /> <br />IN CHLORIN <br /> <br /> <br />Dear Mrs. Ibycus, accept a little sound advice, <br />Your manners and your speech are overbold; <br />To chase around the sporty way you do is far from nice; <br />Believe me, darling, you are growing old. <br /> <br />Now Pholoë may fool around (she dances like a doe!) <br />A débutante has got to think of men; <br />But you were twenty-seven over thirty years ago-- <br />You ought to be asleep at half-past ten. <br /> <br />O Chloris, cut the ragging and the roses and the rum-- <br />Delete the drink, or better, chop the booze! <br />Go buy a skein of yarn and make the knitting needles hum, <br />And imitate the art of Sister Suse.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-an-aged-cut-up/
