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An imaginary extract from the libretto of the flop musical, ‘Oscar Wilde’

Oscar Oh, Bosie, will you love me just the same?

Bosie I shall, with love that dares not speak its name.

Constance Oh horrors! What a complicated tangle!

Oscar Poor Constance! Cornered, caught in loves tri-angle.

Bosie Fear not! In time our bishops might be gay.

Constance No, not if Bosie’s father gets his way.

Oscar That cad, whose viper’s venom put me here!

Bosie Quite so, I fear. It all seems rather queer.

Constance Oh horrors! What a complicated mess!

Oscar Poor Constance! How she suffers in distress!

Bosie What about your ever-loving Bosie?

Constance And what of me? My future’s not too rosy.

Oscar For killing those I love I’m off to Reading.

Bosie He’s right, it’s off to Reading Oscar’s heading

Constance Oh horrors! Such a fall for one so haughty!

All together What a price we pay for being naughty!