A
Light-Hearted Commentary on Romeo and Juliet
The
Montagues are the good guys,
Of that there is no doubt.
They'd rather slay you with their wit
Than in a murderous bout.
The boy-god's two arrows
Inscribed with 'R'
and 'J'
(Two pasta-munching maids),
Hath made the mortal boy his prey.
By love-wounded fancies
Young Romeo is assailed
And Tybalt was, we must assume
By lucky strike impaled.
Monkey-like among the orchard trees
Is Romeo’s preferred game.
By beauty made effeminate,
By heart-throb quickly tame.
Among the filthy Capulets
Yet one fair jewel shows
From whose pandoric mischief
The legion evil grows.
"Ay me"
she sighs aloud
To the night-sky's sparks of gold,
The wonder-wounded hearers,
Who cross her as foretold
With Romeo, who in earshot
(On unmanned blood
intent)
Seals the rash o'erhasty marriage
With the beauty truly blent.
In virgin crimson modesty
She likens him to a rose
Though poppy or mandragora
Will sicken her repose
Administered by a bungling friar
Who in monastic state
Brews dire unwitting consequence
Within his holy pate.
And now to foul-mouthed Mercutio,
Served his comeuppance by Tybalt's spite.
Who so abused the honey nurse,
It really serves him right.
Although he knew a thing or two
Of poetry, fairies, dreams,
Verona can breathe easier now
Without his bawdy scenes.
The Prince sits musing in his marbled study
At fair Verona's helm:
"Secretly I thank thee, Romeo
For cleansing thus my realm.
"Two of the foulest troublemakers
In all the Heaven's span
Are now dispatched. I'm off to the beach
And there to get a tan!
"I'm bereft of but a troubling kinsman,
The jester at some family gathering.
If he should need an epitaph,
'Good riddance' would I sing.
"A smutty and infantile piece of work
Was he, scorning every good,
Chief 'mongst undesirables
A villain and a hood.
"Yet for appearance's sake
'Tis better I refrain from public leisure:
Though Mercutio was less kind than kin,
In private take my pleasure.
"I must appease the Capulets too.
Though Tybalt was more loathsome yet,
I'm up for re-election soon,
Need all the finance I can get.
"Doubtless a dispute over women
Brought on this vile fray:
I understand not these jealousies
Perhaps it's because I'm gay.
"A dainty work is done today
But Romeo must stay away
So I can keep the press at bay
At least 'till polling day.”
Meanwhile the souls of warring youths,
Once but a little 'bove Romeo's head,
Still find no peace between themselves
Although their lives are sped.
Now knocking at Heaven's gate
To find it yet more narrow
Than a church door;
and they regarded less
Than even the provident sparrow.
Not even the width of a needle's eye
Answers their screaming fit:
The oh so worthy victims
Of the oh so palpable hit.
Moaned Mercutio in anguish quite unheard,
"These gates of pearl show no opening, no.
Ye saints, please let me in,
I only asked for a blow."
A thought alike fair Paris groans
Within his palace tower
Imagining atop sweet Juliet
The fair chaste vestal flower.
Inverted is his fantasy
Of Juliet end to end,
Performance of the magic number
When to his will she bend.
Reliving in his mind the masque
By wine there t'have made her merry,
Then take her to the murkiest den
And now to pop her cherry.
"Then up I'll rise, and don my clothes
And dup the chamber door,
Let out the maid that I just made
Right here upon the floor.
"But now I fall again, my spirit spent
In a wrist of shame.
Why can't I have my way with her
And leave her full of blame?
"Enough of her mixed messages
And long equivocations,
Why doth this maid, unlike the others
Delay my invocations?
"My only recourse now
Is to that loathsome goat
Her ranting father
Pander
to fetch me oats.
"If not, perhaps I'll send again
For her mother, that faded flower,
That Capulette waist of shame
Of hot adulterate power."
Yet Paris is soon dispatchèd too,
Whose boiling lust o'eryearned.
"Your Percy, peppered Paris
Is now fit food for worms!"
For Romeo did him swift compound
With dust (of closest kin),
Then off he went and duly died
Whence Juliet followed him.
So carnal, bloody and unnatural acts
Mark the outcome of this play,
But each time hearing it yet we hope
'Twill end a different way.
[A personal note]
And yet this boyish role I must assay
Ere half my light is spent,
Before the tint of grey appears,
And critics scorn my bright intent.
Doubtless yet I'll cut a dash
In all those rapier fights;
I look so very stunning
In Elizabethan tights.
Awak'ning by my Juliet
Amid the lark's dawn din,
My dreamy beckoning come-to-bed eyes
Shall make her heart still sing.
And crouching underneath
Night's whisper and her cloak,
Straining to hear my Echo's voice
And aching for a poke.
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