(Only because some excellent poets ((I'm not one)) have posted their own)
I write to amuse myself and these rhymes amused me:
Diptych: Café Schwarzenberg
A paradox—his ancient, unlined face,
this melton-draped, this famed poète maudit,
this finical Ducati-debauchee—
is pomped, paraded to his usual place.
With anecdotes and ardors to retrace
in pruney diction banishing the schwa,
he’ll swirl a ’90 Chateau Lyonnat
and call his too-cold plateware “a disgrace”.
The Strauss and Mozart mezzo (mid-career)
dangles a fork of ‘au torchon’ foie gras
above her soap stud’s youthful, granite chin.
The waiter realizes something queer
yet halts this speech (imagine her chagrin):
“You’ve switched roles to become the Marschallin!”
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