Portrait of an Enigma

     I knew a gent
       ramrod straight
     meticulously dressed

     Shoes laced tight
       polished to a ‘t’
     Vest, exquisite timepiece 

     Punctual meant
       ten minutes early
     Sipped tea, no coffee

     Poker face, played whist
        dined fastidiously
     Folded the ‘financials’ just so	

     No hint of a lady or passion
        when he vanished
     His timepiece was found, stopped
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Crandall Avatar
May 27, 2025 at 5:15 PM
interesting - it sounds like he was run by the clock!
Wolf Avatar
May 27, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Probably a Phileas Fogg (from 'Around the World in 80 Days') clone.
Lawless Avatar
May 27, 2025 at 10:29 AM
perhaps it was wound a bit too tight
Wolf Avatar
May 27, 2025 at 6:30 PM
Precisely like the fellow wearing it. ~ Cy Coe Path
DiMino Avatar
May 27, 2025 at 1:36 AM
A head-scratcher? On time, everything in its place -- one can deduce that he was not a poet...some may say, he never took chance to spontaneously live. Probably got it wrong as usual. Oops! Almost out of time.
Wolf Avatar
May 27, 2025 at 6:32 PM
What do you get when you cross a German Jew with a Russian Jew? ~ Offspring who are exactly half an hour late all the time
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