He Was Crass Rude and Loud But

Disliked him instantly He smelled of cigarette smoke He was crass and rude and loud He winked at me making me mad Then he sat down at the piano And showed the world what a maestro can do; he played with the aid of angels Faeries danced and elves wept My traitorous feet began to dance The whole room was swinging and swaying He winked at several others. His winking was part of his charisma He was the puppet master. My partner and I danced the whole set. We bought him a beer. We told him how good he was. He winked at me, and I was no longer insulted. For he was magnetic, and his playfulness was a joy to behold.