Alia cenarat cupiens cum pangere uersus | No Homer to be sure,
Pamphagus Aonias iussit adesse deas. | but he would eat anything.
ast illae offensae diro ructantis odore | When at the end of dinner -
conuersis capiunt passibus inde fugam. | spaghetti aglio e olio
lautius hinc pransus tentat reuocare fugaces | (heavy on the aglio) -
sed neque sic pranso Pieris ulla fauet. | seeking inspiration he began
mitte aliis igitur condendi carmina curam: | 'The Invocation of the Muses'
tu tantum uentrem, Pamphage, pasce tuum. | they decamped, driven off
| by a ripe eructation.
| Fortifying himself
| with another, even heartier
| helping of the main course,
| he tried again. To no avail:
| poetry and garlic don't mix.
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