Ever heard a great great ancient poet rample on in clear elegiac couplet, (that is, first verse is hexameter and the second pentameter, then there is another stanza and it all begins over again) about how badly his dick is behaving? Well, it is very very funny! If ever you have to read Ancient Roman Poetry, then read Ovid's "Amores" , and you're sure to get a good laugh.

Latin Version :

"At quae non tacita formavi gaudia mente!
quos ego non finxi disposuique modos!

Nostra tamen iacuere velut praemortua membra
turpiter, hesterna languidiora rosa.

Quae nunc, ecce, viguent intempestiva valentque;
nunc opus exposcunt militiamque suam.

Quin istic pudibunda iaces, pars pessima nostri?
Sic sum pollicitis captus et ante tuis.

Tu dominum fallis, per te deprensus inermis
tristia cum magno damna pudore tuli.

Hanc etiam non est mea dedignata puella
molliter admota sollicitare manu.

Sed postquam nullas consurgere posse per artes
immemoremque sui procubuisse videt,

'quid me ludis' ait 'quis te, male sane, iubebat
invitum nostro ponere membra toro?"

Meaning something like:

"What delights, withal, I had secretly promised myself, what different ways of enjoying her had I imagined. And yet my body, shame on it, was like a dead thing, more drooping than a rose of yesterday. And look at it now, and high time it is, see how it is coming back to life again; see how it is asking to be up and doing, to get to work once more. Why are you not overcome with shame, thou vilest part of me? That was how you made a fool of me before, promising what you did not fulfil. Through you my mistress was deceived, through you I found myself a defaulter, through you I suffered the most painful affront, the most grievous damage.

And yet my mistress disdains not to incite me with her dainty hand. But seeing that all her arts were vain, that my body, forgetful of its former prowess, would give no sign of life, cried, "Why do you play the fool with me? Who asked you, madman that you are, to come to bed with me against your will?"

Translation source: [link]