Oscar and I

Oscar and I

Today, I drove to Faro, In the Algarve
I wanted to eat a tunny steak at a café
I used to go fifteen years ago
The place had gone upmarket, as had 
prices
The server remembered me, but not 
my wife and took an instant dislike to
the man said he was effeminate 
Oscar Wilde entered, or someone who
looked like him
He was of the expansive sort, told jokes
and recited poems, the other guests
and my wife liked him
I decided to become gay for  the day
and after a few glasses of wine, stood
up to read my poems
she tugged at my sleeve and told me to 
shut up.
Oscar Wilde looked at me with deep
sympathy in his intelligent eyes
I had my moment to gain, if putative 
fame, she had to spoil it all
My chance had gone