Henry is the name of a serious person. No one delivers a presentation, A serious presentation, while still Knowing that the whole room thinks: “Yes, but his name is ‘Henry.’ ” (My own is an old family surname, Scottish in origin, now announcing Some early, minor Black Panther.) No: Henry is an old big hitter. Since Charlemagne was a little boy, A Henry could be anything In England or in France, From Portugal to Perth. He steals horses in Texas, He sells them in Tangier. Past Hong Kong he likes them raw. A poet, a Nazi and a saint, He sings for money in the street. And every fool can spell his name.