his shoes are polished
the socks elegantly patterned
riding high over the ankles
as they should be
a clean shirt of pale blue
knotted bow tie with jacket
and the comfortable brown
corduroy trousers
his hair is combed straight back
and parted
he is ready
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Poem 1/18 . In 2003 I self published my first collection - The Book of Evenings. Included was a story set of 18 poems titled 'Tuesday Night at Emile's'. It will be my pleasure to post them here over the next few weeks. I hope you enjoy them.
- Category: Fable
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And I bet he smells of soap - what a nice picture.
Yes, I think he does, sr. He's that type of a fellow, i suspect.
Looking forward to this! I do believe I smell him...
Hope you enjoy it Heather. It's certainly a pleasure to me to revisit the story.
May his evening be filled with happiness.
Well, GF, it is going to be an unexpected experience.
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