Oscar Wilde (Papier-mâché)

There was a man
Called Wilde who wrote
For the Woman's World
but his real cachet

Was being on the London
Stage, firstly, as talk
Of the town then finally
A big penny dreadful.

Such a thin veneer
no more than papier-mâché.
Out with respectability
For a game of soldiers.

Take me back to Dublin,
I'll be a boy again, my dears
listening to Mama's guests
At her salons, how wonderful!