This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Classics Society
the grace of Tullies eloquence doth excell
any Englishmans tongue . . . my barbarous stile.
The tongue our leaders use to cast their spell
was once denounced as 'rude', 'gross', 'base' and 'vile'.
How fortunate we are who've come so far!
We boys can take old Hansards and translate
the British Empire as S.P.Q.R.
but nothing demotic or too up-too-date,
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