Pierre was a billionaire living in BelAir
A most successful concessionaire
Handsomely suave and debonair
Loved reading excerpts from Voltaire
Played for hours games of solitaire
His favourite lair was in a cozy wingback chair
Savouring his Earl Grey with chocolate éclair
Loved to travel just about anywhere
His wife accused him of having an affair
With a stewardess high in the air
Turned out it was she dating a commissionaire
Though every night she said a little prayer
She got caught with her derrière in midair
Quite unaware of her disheveled hair
And how deep she fell in her own snare
Totally no panache or an ounce of flair
She thought life to her had been unfair
Since Pierre’s money she’d not get a share
It would all be left to an heir
One whose loyalty did not compare
Pierre’s cuddly pet, his rare mohair bear
On this fine day I do declare
Liars and cheaters do beware
Play your games if you dare
But if I have my way I swear
You’ll inherit only your fair share of despair
AP: Honorable Mention 2020