with a glint in his eye
of mayhem. He worked in houses
of bedlam. More books line his walls
than there are leaves in the fall. His hands

are small and thick. His brain
quick with wit. He looks like Jon
Stewart. He loves to cook up roasts and
trouble. He sure looks cute with his wavy hair,

unshaved and stubble. He’s quite compact
for a little man. But his biceps are bigger
than any bill on a toucan. I’ve sort of have
a crush on him. He’s my type of man.