The Poet Lord

The Poet Lord

A man like him, he dressed in yellowed ropes and

drapes, he wears his crazy brownish crown, until he

wears greenish sandals too, his beard was very thick

and large all the way to the waste line level, he also

wear his good looking sunglasses right front of his

gorgeous and lovable face, he carried his old classic

notebook, he carries his modern pen close to his

earlobe to attached, he walked to the old western bar

himself, he ordered Martini with Olives, he sat there

alone at the bar, he wrote many and dozen of heavy

poetry in hand before, he wrote with his right

fantastic hand like that, he got his world biggest

smiles in earth, he was bold headed man, very

romantic and reverent man, he become the poet lord

by day and by night, he likes many of beers too, that's

him right there

Written by

Michael James Brindley

5-31-16