The Look

The Look

A man walked into a room
He had a certain savoir-faire
He wore a hat and a silk cravat
So very debonair

A man walked into a room
He carried an air of danger
He wore a gun, didn’t look much fun
I think he’ll stay a stranger

A man walked into a room
He had a grin and too much charm
He carried a phone and was never alone
Would never intend to harm

A man walked into a room
He was stylish as could be
He wore a suit, gave a little salute
His smile so carefree

A man walked into a room
Aloof and a little broody
He had a smirk, a real piece of work
My muse is ever moody

2 Comments

    1. Author

      When the muse is away the writer … tries desperately to write anything!

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