By Freeyad Ibrahim
Mr Thenderil was small, skinny
Sallow-faced man
Bony, angular, and puny
He looked ill but enjoyed excellent health
That was where his deceptiveness began
He smiled constantly
As a matter of precaution
He pleased to drink with his customers
But nobody had ever succeeded
in getting him drunk.
In all probability he was a mongrel
Ready to wear whatever clothes
the occasion called for!
Freyad Hugo
Author, Writer
Netherlands
Augustus,2022
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