Wednesday 5 January 2011

The Mannequin

Hawk-like eyes dusted with eye powder,
Twinkling when he smiles,
A wink with amusement
And he takes you for a ride.

Sharp, long nose,
Perfect, as if chiselled.
Strong jaw muscles,
Reflecting a mannequin.

With a tall lean frame,
Could be easily mistaken for a model.
But with his goofy sense of humour
He's nothing but a clown.

Picture perfect,
An artist's dream
This is how I will remember,
My mannequin.



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