Poem - To Boccaccio

  • Just a bit of silly rhyming fun at the expense of the dour lechers who've slandered Leontium through the ages.

    To Boccaccio: A Rebuke

    I mark it, sir, and wonder at it dully,

    To find the lady's name maligned so fully

    On evidence begot anecdotálly;

    A pond'rous load to hang by such a pulley!

    Was our Leontium so fierce a bully,

    Who sent him off peripateticálly

    Pouting, old Theophrastus; when her volley

    Charmed a grudging kindness out of Tully?

    And have you, sir, the gall to say she sullied?

    Who scattered bastards all across Itály!