• There was another man there, tall and lean,
    Holding a briefcase, polished and quite clean.
    He was a wealthy lawyer, I suppose,
    Although a splurge on food he did not show.
    So perfect was his skin, so very tight,
    Skinny jeans would be jealous at his sight
    His hair was perfect (for a mid-aged man.)
    Each strand was dyed the tone of grayish sand.
    Accessories of his shone bright with gold,
    A pen knife in his hankie ‘tween the folds.
    His patent leather shoes shone like the sun.
    He fashioned thick-rimmed glasses (just for fun.)
    His smile was very wide, his teeth bleached white;
    His suit in contrast, dark as deathly night.
    (At this point you must think I’m judgmental
    Commenting on his suit and his dental.)
    However to this claim, I must protest:
    Nay, I quite admired his great zeal and zest.
    He being to the business fresh and new
    He glee’fly plotted those that he could sue.
    Eager was he to “help” the lives of those
    That can’t defend themselves; (Those he liked most.)
    He loved them, and their money, loved them dear,
    (Especially when their checks for him did clear.)
    A peoples person, he was extremely,
    His reputation for him made cleanly.
    His eyes were watchful as a soaring hawk
    Searching for the next prey that he could stalk.
    A business card in hand, his tie on straight,
    He slipped, cried, “OH!” – sealing the hotel’s fate.
    Another was with him, an attorney
    Who also came with us on our journey.