Collegia – Ode 37: Hard is the Way of the Wicked


Calculus awful,
Quite a mwful!
No Physical Training,
For it is raining,
And we are thankful,
Though earth is dankful.
This state of affairs
Came unawares,
We’ll strain a sinew,
It can’t continue;
Could nought alloy
My new-found joy?
Ah, yes, too soon
Clouded my noon,
In Libby League
With great fatigue
I watched the beard
While fellows reared;
He had me mated
While crowds debated;
He had me queered
While fellows cheered
And Libby leered;
He had licked
While fellows snickered,
Hard is the way of the wicked!

22. 3. 1928