You need to be fruitcake,
Truth be told a loon.
Madder than a hatter,
One barking at the moon.
For histories mad and manic poet's,
Displayed dark derangement and notoriety.
Who all deserved to be certified...
Members of The Dead Mad Poets Society.
Francois Villon stabbed a priest to death,
Then was banished from Paris for his crime.
His poems were of such an intricate form,
Composed in notorious brothels of the time.
Richard Savage was a satirist and murderer,
Also a friend of the poet Alexander Pope.
Also dabbled in blackmail and cruel gossip,
He died in a debtor's prison without hope.
Not forgetting the oversexed Lord Byron,
Poetry's romantic rock and rolling bad boy.
Who just couldn't keep it in his trousers,
Drank wine from a human skull he did enjoy.
And Byron's very close friend Percy Shelley,
Would leave a trail of destruction in his wake.
A poet constantly in the need of more money,
And with all women a no good two-faced snake.
Each poet both equally gifted and accursed,
Every one a mental paradox in a paradigm.
Crazy as a proverbial fox they all maybe,
But their poetry still stands the test of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very informative poem Shaun all wrapped up in a neat rhyming scheme. I didn't know that about Francis Villion, but I reckon Johhny Five would! It's hard to keep up with him. I particularly like your phtase, 'a mental paradox in a pardigm'...great stuff...so true! Creativity and self- destruction often seem to go hand in hand. For that reason it's not a Fab Four but a full score...a Fab Five from me!