one of our brassy beefeaters
in grandstand on the continent
bares biceps to the gaping millions
sinks shaft in market
pockets wheat
holds cornucopia of cash

cheers heard before his private front
as he lands place with notables

we call this tribute in a nutshell,
a miracle of entertainment

Speaking of beaus sartorial,
perplexed young girl hands laugh to love-wise:
“I am a lovely irresistible girl
of seventeen with wondrous witching orbs.”

Why do I blaze in my intangibles
like a mandolin romantic,
you, stable as the sterling?