Your beak shaped eyes, always watching in scrutiny.
Antagonising, make- up’s a saddened choice to make.
Such a conversationalists with your cool bantered humour.
One of a kind , sad old intimidating creature.
Carefully enunciating threats with a calm devilish tone.
Always out to please , moving your lips in a teasing twitch.
The unwiped clinking smirk on your face.
A potray of disintrest and actual disgust.
Sir. George Githunguri
© Jan 2013