I had a Latin project.
It was to write a poem in the style of Catullus 43. Needless to say, it's bitchy.
O story with neither cunning plot
Nor vivid description nor winning speech
Nor characters not acting as they would not
Nor grammar floating within reach
Nor decent sex, if such you seek,
Story of the idiot preteen,
Why does no one admit you reek?
Why does no one vent their spleen?
Are you called better than a well-spelled page?
O spiteful, jealous and accursed age!
O story with neither cunning plot
Nor vivid description nor winning speech
Nor characters not acting as they would not
Nor grammar floating within reach
Nor decent sex, if such you seek,
Story of the idiot preteen,
Why does no one admit you reek?
Why does no one vent their spleen?
Are you called better than a well-spelled page?
O spiteful, jealous and accursed age!