DON RENATO
“the work errs
on the side of
extreme distinction”
—Frederick Rolfe,
Baron Corvo, DON RENATO
Please pardon me, my dears—
If my diction goes beyond baroque
And perhaps wanders extravagantly—
Into rather tres risqué racy rococo
What medieval fantasias overcome me—
When puffing away on my hookah!!!
My mind gets scrambled with macaronic—
Italian, Greek and Latin dizzy divagations
Concocting pretty words like progymnast—
I’m just a slave who performs contortions
Perturbed by pouty words like proterve—
Adjectives meaning “violent, wanton”
Pube-esque as male puberty arrives—
Hardly anything very prissy or modest
This day in Venice in our gondola—
Zildo awakes from his afternoon torpor
His palatial prick and ducal pubes—
Similitude to anguicomous Gorgons
I’ve developed a marvelous immunity—
Stung by his uncut exquisite fangs
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