By Madeleine Palden ’18
Marrucinus, why, you’re a dastardly one
To dare steal my napkin while we dined in fun.
You think it amusing? You numbskull, you ass,
Your thievery’s common and base, lacking class!
And though you may scorn me, your brother you can’t,
For he is a shrewd one, who frankly would grant
That he should be pleased if you only could sell
Your thefts for a talent, at least, to use well.
So anticipate three hundred verses or please
Just hand back my napkin to me, little thief.
For cherish it I for its personal worth,
Something beyond all the worths of the earth,
For Fabullus and Veranius sent
That Saetaban napkin from Spain, where they went;
To me they delivered that cloth as a gift,
And from me I won’t let that napkin be snitched!
So see you, Marrucinus, I must care for
My napkin as much as my friends, if not more.