Anguish of Sapho
Don’t call me a Sapho
I’d rather be a Helen of Troy
Forts to ruin and states to destroy
Would be my greatest joy
The female virtue is fair and feebleness
Strength of the mind renders her loveless
I’d rather have a beautiful veil
Amour and adoration to avail
Than with poetry, extinguished in the main
Who cares a St. Jone who does not entertain?
I post my prodigy masterpieces
But met with neither applause nor appraise
Yet when the beauties show off in bikinis
There, floods of comments and compliments