A Quintet Of 'Oscar Wilde' Anagrams

     Oscar Wilde

Oscar party games would play.
“Pick any card, sir,” Oscar'd say,
devoid of all frivolity.
“On each be writ the quality
Dame Destiny ascribes to you.
Scoff not, my friend. Her cards speak true."
(Young Aubrey Beardsley drew ‘precocial.’
Ross drew ‘loyal.’ Wilde 

     drew ‘social.’)

     Oscar Wilde 

Says O, "I'm mad for skinny lads.

'Mongst linguists, lean's oft barr'd:

wi' Chomsky's girth's pack'd meager mirth,

as is 

     wi' Eco's lard."

     Oscar Wilde

O to Doctor Fauci: "Doc, could I have overheard

your asking Ronny Jackson if with Debra he's conferr'd

to determine posilutely if immunity's gone herd...?

(And if, within Drumpf's Oval bin, Don asks, 

     'Is 'cel' a word...?')...?"

      Oscar Wilde
"Proof Olympus hugs spinoffs 
of Parkinson's law...? 

Search no further," shrugs Oscar, "than 
      Io's red claw."

     Oscar Wilde

O's green cuisine 

commands the prize.

He's Edna Lewis, 

     col'ard-wise.