Dr Butler

He preens in preparation

For the next adoring patient

That will bow and scrape

At his little polished feet

His moustache waxed in exact points

Pudgy flesh over stubby joints

He sees it a necessity

Definitely not a vanity

To have the latest silken cravat

Hiding from the public his newfangled

Words set to confuse the people of the day

As he sticks out his chin indignantly

And waits for you to pay

Ailsa

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Ekphrastic challenge with Paul brookes at wombwell rainbow

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I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley