Fragment #33

#33

If only, I, O gold crowned Aphrodite

Could win this lot, could you allow me

To have some good fortune, this I plea

                   Let the heavens decree

Would this guarantee a love to last

I would forget about those of the past

Try to choose a new one quick and fast

                   Your blessing is cast

I wouldn’t know what to do if I was happy

Poets have to lament, bewail, not be flappy

And foolish, not be sentimental, silly, sappy

                   I must take a nappy

I know it’s not in the stars for me to win

I just have to bear it and smile, grin

Let’s call for the drawing to begin

                   So my hapless hope can end