Oscar Wilde Poem by John F. McCullagh

Oscar Wilde



Absinthe made his heart grow fonder
of the frail blonde Lord of his same gender.
The Marquis of Queensbury, who always fought dirty,
thought Oscar a lightweight both flighty and flirty.

The Victorian age thought Gay love was a shame
and called it the” Love that dared not speak its name.”
They threw Oscar in prison for loving a man
And he never saw his own two children again.

Where before he’d be worshipped for his style and his wit
Prison had changed him much more than a bit.
He could no longer write comedy in his usual style.
So he left London for Paris to Sojourn a while.

Oscar Wilde was a man who loved Women and Men
He made a good living with the nib of his pen.
He died as the century was turning the page:
the pride of old Erin, a wit and a sage.

Sunday, March 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poets
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Oscar Wilde was convicted of homosexual acts and imprisoned for Carnal knowledge of the son of the Marquis of Queensbury
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 29 March 2015

I enjoyed this. Thank you.

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