Wind by any other name doth smell the same

Wind by any other name doth smell the same -
Is my lovely name a misnomer then?
I am myself though, yet a true Sweetlove.
What’s a Sweetlove? It’s neither hand, nor foot,
Nor toe, nor any other naughtier part
Belonging to a being, sweet as moi.
What’s in a name? That which we call a fart
By any other name would smell as great;
And so Edna would (were she not Edna called
But maybe Deidre or Albert Buttock),
Retain that wondrous odour which she owns
Without the lovely Edna Sweetlove name.
Thus the word fart which is no intrinsic
Part of me is but a blow-off of wind.

About This Poem

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About the Author

Region, Country: London, Culture Capital of the World

Favorite Poets: Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen, Rupert Brooke, Chaucer, Shakespeare to name but a few. And VERY IMPORTANTLY: Erich Fried, a leftwing Austrian of Jewish ancestry who fled the Nazis and became a British citizen in 1949., And, other writers (non-poets mainly): Raymond Chandler, Irvine Welsh, Anthony Burgess, Graham Greene, Charles Bukowski, John le Carré, Anthony Horowitz, Mick Herron, Margaret Attwood, Edna O'Brian, Maeve Binchy., Writers who I find vastly over-rated: TS Eliot, Virgina Woolf, Sylvia Plath, Phil Larkin, E.A. Poe, A. Ginsburg, Longfellow, Gerald Manley Hopkins (actually I LOATHE Hopkins more than damson-dappled words can say).