The Emancipaton of Young Emmett
Emmett was a man of malignant mien
The crazy son of his saint of a mother
A callous hooligan, cruel but keen
Acumen and class matched by no other
Drawn to the drink, and the roll of dice
His devilish deeds brought him ill repute
The world knew well his vanity and vice
But his charisma no man could refute
And many fine women fell to his smile
Emmett tore all of the tears from their eyes
And many men bent knee to his grand guile
His brother alone escaped from the guise
What a man was this, a pirate or prince?
The world has not seen such wickedness since.
Copyright © Jonathan Hurst | Year Posted 2009
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