It was easier to be a Renaissance man
During the Renaissance when there wasn’t
As much to know especially math
Science history knowledge of the
Classical Romans and Greeks filled in
What would have been allocated to
Anthropology Zoology parts in between
A guy could dash off a trifle
In dactylic hexameter about the ways
Of the gods nobles without interruption
In the time he would have spent
Texting his loved ones or checking
Facebook Salon Al Jazeera Huff Post
Except for those times when you’d grab
A sword to restore a balance of power
Among competing Venetian doges
You have time to concentrate pen
An adagio for violas paint a chapel
Ceiling while coining clever couplets
Skewering the Pope and his courtesans
You could get a good job at any good
University no entrance exams no SATs
Just control your tongue around the prince
His fellows the same with his maidens
Try to stay healthy lots of fruits veggies
You don’t want to have gout no matter
How it’s the sign of noble breeding
Fencing will save you keep your waist
Trim vital when the rapier’s thrust misses
By an eence you live to fight another day
As always it will help to be well-born
Or claim the fortune of a rapacious brigand
You’ll not be traveling on gallant steeds
Buying up art in the Orient on a serf’s
Daily allotment of mead and mutton
The cost of keeping all the accordion
Collars pressed and starched would
Break a squire’s budget you’ll need
A camica doublet short kiltlike skirt
Hose better tights a dressy embroidered
Jacket with long flowing sleeves
To your knees the pointy shoes are so
Fifteenth century eat well grow strong
You’ll need to sashay about in all this
With a heavy necklace and still be able
To unsheathe your blade without falling
It takes practice stride don’t walk
As due your bearing close the door
When you leave with a resounding bump
Or when you knock to enter with the butt
Of your dagger strike a comparable thump
Just don’t hit on the prince’s main squeeze
Stick with the ladies in waiting you don’t
Want to complicate life if you’re doing
This at all right they’ll be falling
All over you decked out in fashion
Should they doubt say something in French
Merd followed by some Italian command
Mangia mangia and when you
Tell them about how the earth is not
Flat they’ll be lapping it up you’re
So learned they’ll sweetly exhale
What a romantic well rounded scholar they’ll coo
You’ll get Renaissance Man
About four hundred years
After you’re dead
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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