On Wilmot’s A Satire on Charles II

After reading the comedic wit on display,
I commend thee of the choice rather than anger to play.
Most use words not found in their brain,
Rather than wit and flare they sound the same.
Anyone can rant with toxic words to make their point,
Better to dazzle with comedic panache and not kick your audience in the joint “Restless he roll about from whore to whore / A merry monarch, scandalous and poor” (Wilmot, lines 14-15).
The words can be remembered fueled with a smile,
But if stabbed like knives then they’ll end up on trial.
There leaves no doubt which method he chose,
That is why his point is met and everything needed the audience knows “Nor are his high desires above his strength / His scepter and his prick are of a length” (Wilmot, Lines 10-11).
The skills of true poets go beyond the angry words,
They who are talented leave such words to the gutter drunks lying in their turds.
Everyone would agree his wit and skill stays true to the talented claim,
His unique way of words attributes to his fame.
Not afraid to use shit or tarse, some may call it crass,
With comedic wit the point is made, and all hit their ass “For though in her he settles well his tarse / Yes his dull graceless ballocks hang an arse” (Wilmot, lines 26-27).
One could hold their proper tongue or express with wit,
Only the talented and brave would utter words like tit.
The vulgar but not angry words leave a satisfied grin,
As the innocent can be pardoned to dance in sin.
All the words chosen he made sure to leave a mark.
So they would not be forgotten on a whim or a lark.
Dull or lifeless words have no place to convey,
The important message he needed to say.
Words of anger lead to the title of prick,
Or the ignored ranting of the barroom dick.
No one wants their ears victim to pulpit barks,
While easier to lube them with witful sparks.
The audience being happy and smiles, ready to receive,
An important message he wished them to believe.
The topic can dare tackle majestic foes,
But only if thy words sooth and not create woes “Like the French food who wanders up and down / Starving his people, hazarding his crown” (Wilmot, Lines 6-7).
No individual would find offense, not a priest or the crown,
With words a comedic delight, even a harsh message won’t cause a frown.
The poem itself shows all the proof,
That he knew angry words was not the way and he was no goof.