A rakish smile

~ Tara R.

dark brown mushroom macro

He was a squat old man,
As wide as he was tall.
Dapper in his ulster and chapeau,
The brim pulled down just so.
His rakish smile as debonair
As his chivalrous hand kisses,
As elegant as his cavalier bows.

With a tip of his hat, and bent knee,
He charmed the ladies, entertained the gents
Passing his day quoting The Bard,
Conversing in iambic pentameter.
When winter came, and he had no shelter,
All they could remember of him was…
He wore a faded brown fedora.

This week’s Studio30 Plus prompt is “He wore a faded brown fedora,” from Ashley Kagaoan, “Buried Treasure.”

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