Algernon Charles Swinburne
Posted: 06 Aug 2019, 21:06
V2:
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Lean like a flamingo,
he boasted a cataract of red hair—
but was just as famous
for his drunken pratfalls,
his poetry accused
of being just as confused
as he was when sloshing about
a room spilling brandy
or shrieking hysterically
like a peacock.
Yet he did have his fans,
often women who--
not knowing Algernon
preferred flogging
to copulation, pain and drunkenness
his antidotes to boredom--
would sigh and swoon
in faints of adulation
at his readings,
piling together, like coats
which slip with ease
from their hangers
onto the polished floor,
having come undone at a touch
or the thought of such.
V1:
Algernon Charles Swinburne
He was lean
like a flamingo, his beak
as distinct.
He boasted a cataract of red hair
but was just as famous
for his drunken pratfalls,
his poetry accused
of being just as confused
as he was when sloshing about
a room spilling brandy
or shrieking hysterically
like a peacock.
Yet he did have his fans,
often women who--
not knowing Algernon
preferred flogging
to copulation, pain and drunkenness
his antidotes to boredom--
would sigh and swoon
in faints of adoration
at his readings,
piling together, like coats
which slip with ease
from their hangers
onto the polished floor,
having come undone at a touch
or the thought of such.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Lean like a flamingo,
he boasted a cataract of red hair—
but was just as famous
for his drunken pratfalls,
his poetry accused
of being just as confused
as he was when sloshing about
a room spilling brandy
or shrieking hysterically
like a peacock.
Yet he did have his fans,
often women who--
not knowing Algernon
preferred flogging
to copulation, pain and drunkenness
his antidotes to boredom--
would sigh and swoon
in faints of adulation
at his readings,
piling together, like coats
which slip with ease
from their hangers
onto the polished floor,
having come undone at a touch
or the thought of such.
V1:
Algernon Charles Swinburne
He was lean
like a flamingo, his beak
as distinct.
He boasted a cataract of red hair
but was just as famous
for his drunken pratfalls,
his poetry accused
of being just as confused
as he was when sloshing about
a room spilling brandy
or shrieking hysterically
like a peacock.
Yet he did have his fans,
often women who--
not knowing Algernon
preferred flogging
to copulation, pain and drunkenness
his antidotes to boredom--
would sigh and swoon
in faints of adoration
at his readings,
piling together, like coats
which slip with ease
from their hangers
onto the polished floor,
having come undone at a touch
or the thought of such.