Grimbeau

Lord Bolivia of Oyster Bars,
a catcher on the fly—
Sounds an egregious cove
to my mind, will I be
surprised by His colour?
His timbre? His thunder?
He scowls well in fluent Spanish.
Oooh-get you sailor, he once
queened—sibyllated in
purest Catalan

Hissy gayphobes are
so passé dontya find?

…It transpired his great aunt
Beryl did a trick or
Two for the Old King to boot.

A sheer bloody fluke, then?

Really must get cerebral…
Be less Catatonian
Prohibitive, yeah?
Is that what you’re getting at?

Indubitably