the artist

he was indeed an artist

all the accoutrements

black beret (of course)

twinkly eyes (strike 1)

grey goatee extended ‘tache (strike 2)

dark shabby strange clothes

like the red & yellow paisley cravat

black walking stick with a silver

lion head pommel

as he stopped in front

did a double take of my girls beauty

which was evident

but of course

without the artist

to observe

verify

did not exist

as neither did i

the dark blob by her side

the only thing I felt in his favour

was his advanced age

he did (of course)

offer to paint her

which never happened

as his companion

another dead blob beside him

failed to find a pen

to write down my girls number

on these things

fate

prevails (strike 3)

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