Giorgio Venetopoulos

(Athens, Greece)

Lord Mortimer - fish in mouth-


Lord Mortimer! The fish you kept in mouth
became a symbol by rejected dames
the knights who scorned thy trout were blokes uncouth
to sword and joust thus they are challenged, games.

The fish that carefully defined your pride
to object turned of mockery and sneer;
Lord Gilbert who implied this apartheid
escorted kind some playful Londoneer!

And in the gardens of Keats' house they walked
Lord Gilbert softly had recited verse
'bout cookie-cutter sharks that black sheep flocked
her aoristic feelings to coerce.

The dame advanced his brilliancy to heights
where verses hymned the longest lance joust fights.

Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 15, 2013

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