I see thee still in doublet wide, <br />And hose well kept, a world too slack, <br />So long and lean thou wert allied, <br />It struck me, with that curious back, <br />The Zoo giraffe. Thy brow was black, <br />Thy speech was awkward, action slow. <br />I whispered at thy first attack: <br />“And wherefore art thou Romeo?” <br /> <br />Thou wert then fifty and cross-eyed; <br />For acting never hadst the knack. <br />With stilted bow and Irving stride <br />Thou tookst the stage, and Jill and Jack <br />Both sniggered, when with damned clack <br />Thou talkedst of moons, and wrecked the show. <br />And here by Heaven, thou art back. <br />Oh, wherefore art thou Romeo? <br /> <br />This fellow was a lad of pride, <br />No prinked-out fool, with just a snack <br />Of bounder, and by Fate allied <br />To pale effeminates who smack <br />The rouge about. Thou art a quack! <br />Thy treatment brings the lover low. <br />Thou’rt living still our hearts to crack; <br />Oh, wherefore art thou Romeo? <br /> <br />ENVOY <br />No egotism dost thou lack, <br />Great scorn hast for the rival pro., <br />And talk’st thou of thy art. Alack! <br />And wherefore art, thou Romeo?<br /><br />Edward George Dyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wherefore-art-thou-romeo/
