DON TARQUINIO
“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
Perturbing pouty words like proterve—
An adjective meaning “violent, wanton”
Pube-esque as one arrived at puberty—
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 an anguicomous Gorgon
I’ve developed a marvelous immunity—
From his uncut exquisite snake-bite
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