He loved the theatre:
Lights, makeup, scenery and all
Born at the uncrowded time
So as to easily wiggle his way
Into a little college
As a little professor
In a little town
In the country.
He
Homo-ed
Himself at the age of 8
He had a quiet and pleasant smile
Sad and wanting love
His homoness
Shaped him into an awfully
Good image of a father
So that the yearning ones
Flocked to him
Eating his pistachios
And drinking his wine