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