Oskar Wild – April 8, 2014

Nikita Veprikov

Nikita Veprikov

Oskar Wild – Nonsense Poem

Oskar Wild
was his name
though wild
he was not
should have been Homer
as in Simpson
for he was
so lazy and
a lover of food.
When I think
of his tastes,
an ascetic
he was not.
He laid like a pasha
on his pillow and yawned
when he came from his wanderings
sometime around dawn…

I once saw a painting
of a kitty like him …
it sat on a pillow
as
contemplating
the ravages
of Dorian Grey …
he looked quite the Rimbaud
in a room hung with grapes
with fishy wall paper
and a flute in his face
he wore a red scarf,
he was quite a dandy
and a key hung from a tripod
on a broken golden chain …

I know not the meaning
of that painting my friends
and the cat was quite furless
as naked as sin,
Oskar was fluffy
though in all else he resembled
the cat
in the portrait
I saw somewhere one day,
and so,  thought of him.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge – second try.

13 thoughts on “Oskar Wild – April 8, 2014

  1. This one is a great poem too!I liked this part especially:”He laid like a pasha
    on his pillow and yawned
    when he came from his wanderings
    sometime around dawn…” – because it reminds me of my son and of my parent’s cat.

    Like

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