His mustache twitches,
His monocle gleams,
With the tap of his cane
It's Silent.
His pea-coat is ironed,
His buttons shined,
With a wave of his hand
It's Silent.
His expression falls,
His slacks wrinkling,
With a hands to his chest
He's Silent.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
His mustache twitches,
His monocle gleams,
With the tap of his cane
It's Silent.
His pea-coat is ironed,
His buttons shined,
With a wave of his hand
It's Silent.
His expression falls,
His slacks wrinkling,
With a hands to his chest
He's Silent.
