Dear Mr. Browning, What did you get
by marrying Miss Elizabeth?
Was there any recompense, living in Florence?
That was my last love, too! What a coincidence!
One hundred and forty seven years shall elide,
for your solo departure, sans your sweet lovely bride,
that would take you back to your London town –
long much before e’re I be around.
But I’m sure that Firenze has changed quite a bit
since you and your horses had roamed over it.
And I’m sure that you’ve thought of the time that it takes
to ride on a horse from Ghent to Aix.
I wonder if you saw Ferrara’s fortress,
where there hangs the portrait of ‘My Last Duchess’?
You must have also known Porphyria’s Lover?
What a shame for her; did he take another?
Oh, I shall leave you alone, and let you be;
go on! go make your Eve ’round a red rose tree.
But, dear Mr. Browning, please pardon the pun —
the piper of Firenze was an Englishman.
©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011