Oscar Wilde Poem by Francis Duggan

Irish man of letters Oscar Wilde
On him fame and fortune smiled
He won glory and renown
Beyond the sea in London Town.

Oscar was a famous poet
And a play writer of note
He made huge sums of money from his plays
And his lovely poems and lays.

But Oscar spent his money free
He lived high luxuriously
He went on a spending spree
And spend his thousands lavishly.

Dublin's Oscar Wilde held sway
With all the big wigs of his day
He kept company with the best
Dukes and princes and the rest

He dined in high company
With the cream of London society
At big parties London's upper class
To Oscar rose the toasting glass.

He stood on the heights the heights of fame
And then fell to disgrace and shame
And all of his rich pals forsook him
At a time when he most needed them.

He had taken the big drop
To the bottom from the top
And with his huge sums of money spend
Oscar was without a friend.

He was wealthy and then poor
And was jailed for acts impure
He hurt nobody or did no wrong
Yet they jailed him this prince of song.

But minds of genius never fail
And after serving time in Reading jail
His greatest ever poem he wrote
And proved himself a major poet.

Oscar's bones are in the dead man's plot
He's long dead but not forgot
He's still well remembered for his plays
And his lovely poems and lays.