The pointy hat with the huge brim,
A trailing beard under the grin,
The yellowed teeth hidden in the moustache,
The sparkling eyes high on hash...
The round glasses to hide the mystique
The hearty laughter, a deceitful trick...
The tall man of different lands spoke,
The lean muscles hidden in a cloak...
His hunched posture, his piercing eyes,
The smoke of his cigar, the drink in his ice,
The pointy hat of which I spoke,
Lend a mystery to the the bloke...
He shifted a bit and stared at me,
I blushed since he caught me peek,
I smiled to hide my bitter red cheeks,
He blew a smoke ring at me...
"How rude!!" I thought
As I coughed and scoffed,
A little pissed
determined to start a little tiff,
But as I opened my eyes I saw,
My pointy hatted man was gone...
In the blink of smoke filled eyes he vanished,
Left me fuming and high on hashish...
