Don’t be bewildered, Rufus, as to why no woman
Is willing to lay her delicate thighs beneath you
Even if you ply her with gifts of fine clothes
Or splendid gleaming gemstones.
There is a cruel rumour that does you discredit, according
To which you house a wild goat in your armpits.
Everyone is afraid of it, and no wonder: for it really is
A bad beast, not one a beautiful girl should bed down with.
So either kill the harsh assault on our noses
Or stop wondering why they flee.