Saturnalia comes but once a year,
And all the Senate erupts in fear.
For slave and servant must be treated,
with love, and gifts, and yes be feasted.

The festival is the slaves delight,
And many a noble will shiver that night.
Ill treatment remembered, the worm will turn,
Kings, for mor'than a day, some will learn.

So deck your slaves with pristine raimants,
And remember to attend to their ailments.
All too soon their place you take,
For pitys sake, their welfare, Don't forsake.

Hey I wrote this in a few seconds off top of my head...not one of me best like...I know! lol