Sensible Advice To A Prince

Cherry

By luigi_pagano

Fri, 02 Jun 2017
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To die, to sleep, maybe to dream?
My liege: do not make me laugh.
You haven’t a ghost of a chance
to sort out the mess you are in.
 
You think that plunging a dagger
into your heart will be enough
to expiate sins or bring salvation
to your afflicted and grieving soul.
 
Why are you making a lot of fuss
because your mother has coition
with your hated uncle and does so
with pleasure, by her own volition?
No one else gives a tinker’s cuss.
 
Your father’s demise left a vacuum
that only uncle Claudius could fill,
so, my dear friend, give it a rest
and rid yourself of that ill will.
 
Just lie down with chaste Ophelia,
caress her neck, fondle her breast,
plant a hot kiss on her naked thighs,
hear her moans and contented sighs.
 
Carpe diem, Hamlet, seize the day.
You must admit it wouldn’t be fun
if you rejected her vibrating body
and she went off to become a nun.
 
Make love, not war is what we say,
Indulge in great sex and have a ball.
Virgil told us that amor vincit omnia
which means that love conquers all.
 
© Luigi Pagano 2017
Certificate 18
Poetry Monthly
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Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Great piece, Luigi. I'd love to know who the recipient of such erudite advice is.

Parson Thru

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

The Bard said that discretion is the better part of valor, Kevin, so mum's the word and I remain tight-lipped.
Pleased that the poem resonates with you and thrilled about the coveted cherries.

Best, Luigi.