Flaccus, the sort of girl I hate
Is the scrawny one, with arms so thin
My rings would fit them, hips that grate,
Spine like a saw, knees like a pin
And a coccyx like a javelin.
But all the same I don't go in
For sheer bulk. I appreciate
Good meat, not blubber, on my plate.

Author: Marcus Valerius Martialis