Ode to an unmasking
He waltzed in on his Kawasaki,
Drove the wrong way down the drive,
And he flipped back his hair
With a nonchalant sigh.
He gave me a bottle of gin,
(A gift from long ago)
And I gave him a book
And so the show did begin.
He fixed me with hawkeyed stare,
And while I did watch,
He grasped the edge of his mask
And laid his face bare.
I gasped and stepped back some feet
And in it's place there now was
A face most indiscreet!
My eyes were that wide
That cups could sit square,
And thank god for my mask
Else my jaw'd be down there!
A more handsome jaw and mouth
I doubt I'd ever seen,
And that beard that was so uncouth,
Had hid a beauty unseen!
I let forth a huge gasp,
As my knees went quite weak,
Such beauty was not for me -
I just could not speak!
And I stood there masked agape
And he finally swung back on
His steed of tyred metal
And was gone then anon.
Beautiful
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