MASTERPIECE #2956

/// Florian longed to look cool; couldn’t hack it.
(Though he was in a high income bracket.)
To express his gay pride
rainbow hues had been dyed.
“Smokin’ hot in my hot smoking jacket.”

/// Florian’s mustache is trimmed, neatly waxed.
He sits stiffly; he isn’t relaxed.
For the Herr has just learned
that an heir, (wealth unearned),
will, by law, soon be heavily taxed.

/// Basic black florid Flori eschews
for a robe with more prismatic hues.
His sartorial muse,
(viewed by people he woos),
are his gaudy full-body tattoos.

/// Tattoos now seem to be all the rage,
but they weren’t in Florian’s age.
They were sported by sailors
and the captives of jailers,
but fey Florian’s always onstage.

/// Wears his cap at a skewed rakish angle
so the light will reflect off a spangle.
How’s it stay on his head?
There’s no hatpin. Instead,
it is caught on a thick curly tangle.

/// That hat flat (at no angle) looks clunky,
like those worn by an organ-man’s monkey.
One might use, (though it’s drastic),
a chin strap of elastic;
Flori has his maintained by a flunky.

/// Patches sewn on his cap he’d inherited.
And for more he’d relentlessly ferreted.
He was not a Boy Scout,
(they’d thrown Florian out),
Merit badges he wore weren’t merited.

/// His bright clothes and tattoos make men blink,
so you’d have every reason to think
that this man’s underwear
would be dyed to compare.
No, they’re monochrome, silken and pink.