(Please read "An Evening of Don David Daewoo" at www.poemhunter.com before this)
Inside a specially constructed secret closet was the Danish Daewoo's son,
(It looked like the sacred vestry of the pastor and parson)
Some bold murmur he made, not so long and broad,
Repentance before the cock crowed.
Some cracking you heard of a page perused,
(Was thought of a Bible he privately used)
Some sibilant whistle and a beautiful baritone hum,
Some morning worship by the charming chum.
Then to the gym and again to the lawn,
A little karate and building brawn;
A walk and stalk and he ran some rounds,
And he Said, "I hate much fat, I gonna pour some pounds."
Now the sweated don would go for a shower,
And liked it cold in that morning hour;
Two eggs and milk and he left the door,
To be in lab again, and finish before four.