#NaPoWriMo 3

#NaPoWriMo 3

To clear some ambiguity, I must with my acuity
Return to the tragedy of great personalities ,
Leaving alone formalities of cities and families,
Must I talk of a man's promiscuity.

Now, you all don't know him, yet grudgments are abundant,
And I, your host, mostly reluctant
For the fear of being redundant
Still as goes for my interest,
Hereby I'm intrust
Therefore, must arrest
your approval
For this man nouvel
Be pushed from heuvel,
As demands his removal

But I shall leave it to your judgment
And begin with his story,
Kindly appease all grudgment
For this man stands for his history.

The man's a Ponce,
Not long before the Renaissance
He couldn't guard his station
Thereby, leaving all relations
Indifferent to response,
Revelling in the ambiance

He set his foot casually
For a fountain of youth,
Caught in his vanity
With a nonchalance,

He set to sail with many expectations
Knowing not a series of accusations
That included deprivation and castration
Would forever be in continuity,
But he was no less a man
And pursued promiscuity
All casually

Through

All lands distant
And women reluctant,
Children abundant,

He went on to gratify and
Singing a sweet lullaby
Said to them goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

The women wished he'd die,

A man who outdid their chastity
Wanted them dressed scantily
Lost in his vanity,
Why must he survive?
Oh why, oh why, oh why!

The news spread to lands distant
Accusations exceeded all expectations:

He was said now to be no Yuval,
All his charm and all his music
Was now said to be of a babe Nouvel,
No matter what he tried to appease them

He never again met a woman's sweet approval.

Stories of his impotence,
Of his thorough chastity
Were now told to be correct to a tee,

No woman, babe or mime
Could save him this time!

For all his promiscuity,
Through the women's careful contemplation
The man was sentenced to a perennial castration
No city evermore spoke of his depravation

Pitied and mocked now he was a Ponce