Poets Meet In London

They met, in London's Springtime haze and entered into a short phase of snap assessment of each other, as if they'd hoped to find a brother, or, rather an attractive sister. The one who's called (by Allan) Mister looked just exactly like I'd dreamed, moustache and all, his features beamed, although I 'd guessed a smaller waist and next to him old fate had placed Gina, who smiled, (what could she do) good looking truly was the crew, mischievous face there on the right well, I do think, some day I might be lucky to be in the middle, and if you want, I'll bring my fiddle.