Pierre de Paris acted wild and free

so much so, that it resembled a show

when he turned up in town, causing

ladies to cry, and their siblings to frown

 

With cane in hand and moustache finely honed,

he cut quite a dash in those pinstriped

clothes, suits, blazers and jacket with tie

It was like mix and match, apple meets pie

 

An eye for the ladies Pierre did have 

He would search them out until they were had,

for his own deadly deeds, known only to him

They were easily snared with vodka or gin,

with a tale to tell of undying love

 

Then an excuse that he’d left a silk glove

at the table, in the bar at their earlier dalliance 

and if found could she personally return it

to him, at his boudoir in Paris,

he would still be in

 

He’d purposely left it himself of course

and for all the others, he showed no remorse,

when the gendarmerie arrested him

on suspicion of murder,

Now Pierre de Paris exploits would go no further.

The Urban Poet 2019