The Lost Musketeer
Strode the red with a somewhat elegant stance.
Posture strut, apparel of a musketeer from France.
Outstanding panache surely caught the glance
Of the staring virgins, of the glaring aunts.
Flipped the cattle into a ga ga trance....
Did I make a wrong landing, by the faintest chance?
For the ga ga now seemed more like a look of askance.
Clearly, I was an optical nuance.
Copyright © M. Hussain Effendi | Year Posted 2011
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