Poetry Month: Poem of the Day

An ill-minted coin, a monocle

Chained to a tuxedo,

The moon croons to strip-clubs,

And late-night burrito


Shops, lovers on pedicab tours

Of the harbour. Placido

Domingo on the stereo with merlot

And fetuccine alfredo.


A night for werewolves, hairy

Men sporting speedos

And high heels on the club stroll,

“The Streets of Loredo”


On ukulele and pennywhistle

Down at the lido

Where a shot-wrecked Aeneas

Meets his new Dido.


Virgil, installed in a corner stall

Puts pen to graffito:

“Tally-ho! Damn the torpedoes!

Bandita hearts Bandito!”1


Oh, tragic pyred Queen of Tyre,

It’s Fido not Dido

That translates as faithful,2

The “Fido”-fido credo


On love Dante witnesses mid-canto

When Aeneas snubs Dido

In the second circle where she’s been unjustly gaoled

For her raging—3


Now Freaks, Irregulars, Defects, Oddities,

People of the low, low albedo,

Let this be your motto:

“Love” the word not the weirdo.


Freaks, Irregulars, Defects, Oddities
By Matt Rader

Learn more at The University of Toronto Representative Poetry Online



1Virgil’s friend Dante’s best Fido

Was “A Lady Loves Me” author Calvacanti, Guido.

2“Testicle,” to the Roman tongue, sounded out “orchido.”

3Spanish Guy Fawkes goes by Fawkes, Guido.