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The Ides of March: Anna Perenna

Anna Perenna, dirty old broad,

you yourself your pimp and bawd,

hiding under Minerva’s veil,

or so Ovid tells the tale,

waiting to laugh at the horny god

who thought that he could blow his wad

between the thighs of a virgin goddess!

Anna Perenna, most immodest,

gladly would lie down with Mars

before he goes out to his wars.

Plow your fields, then take up arms!

Wine will increase Anna’s charms!

Anna Perenna, bless the year,

and by every wine-cup emptied here

extend our lives who honor you,

and now my foolish hymn is through.

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2 thoughts on “The Ides of March: Anna Perenna

  1. Very nice! The pre-antepenultimate line, though, I think needs the “and” moved to the following line to make it rhyme correctly.


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