ivor or ivor.e hogg (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)
Feet of Clay.
Byronic sonnet.
Lord Byron loved the ladies well.
Too many and too frequently.
A somewhat chequered history.
According to the tales they tell.
Aristocratic ladies fell
so easily beneath his spell.
Surrendered their virginity.
Their curiosity to quell.
A serial philanderer.
He pursued many love affairs.
A faithless selfish wanderer.
It seems to day nobody cares.
Because the public much prefer
To ignore truths too hard to bear.
Sunday,26 August 2012
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