Originally posted on greenfairydotcom

Wearing checked trousers,
a burgandy bow tie and
two green cardigans

he paced the stage with
gestures expansive and fringe
uncontrollable.

The audience squirmed
moistly in their seats with lust,
panting discreetly.

His ottava rimas
were coveted by all there.
Not least of all me.

Though bravely restrained;
I did not lick him senseless
when he signed my book.

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