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Mark’s sent me a card of Mic’angelo’s “David”.
I’m really not sure how I’m meant to react …
Did he think I’m pining to see a nice body?
Or is he half-hoping that I’ll send it back?

The truth is, I don’t feel the least bit insulted.
I’ve studied male shapes ever since I was five!
I really enjoy all their planes and their contours:
‘Tis pity they’re seldom this good in real life …

This statue of David is one of the finest.
He’s firm and he’s smooth, and his muscles are taut …
If he were to step down and walk through the gallery,
The one thing to wobble is the one thing that ought!

His face is the image of very young Elvis …
And so is his body, the bits that we’ve seen.
They could be the same man … a re-incarnation …
Translated from Florence to Hollywood screen.

This picture just fills me with such mixed emotions!
I’m eager to see him: to touch, taste and smell …
And yet, it occurs, I’m too old for such notions …
But this old bat’s not dead yet … so, hey, what the Hell!

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Entry for Debbie's "Change for the Meter" contest.
This is a dactylic tetrameter ... I think!
Tell me if I'm wrong, please!

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