Inventor

Yes, the polyvinyl statue was his queen: The last perfection of his passive dreams To be the composite of all the virtues Ever known or learnt. At last complete! A highly polished virgin cast within this room, This swaddled studio, the birthplace of his doom. 'We cannot let her multiply, my friend. I must destroy the mould! ' Sadly he died before it met its end. Yes, the polyvinyl statue was his queen, For which a hundred models gave their glands, Their bones, a sulky smile, the blonde cascading locks, An over-rigid pose And other features best described in prose. I had no wish to immolate the mould, Since many hundred copies sold Would pay for my retirement.. My passive queen... so innocent.. My source of wealth untold!