The Bearded Letch

Through the too-small door
With the misted window,
Amidst the well-thumbed,
Greasy tomes of poesy
Sits The Bearded Letch.

Ruffled shirt, open like a wound,
The too-tight trousers and
Inappropriate shoes,
The feather quill and candle
Of The Bearded Letch.

The bard of false pretences
Shakes his silver locks
In melancholy moments.
Private Essay Tutorials spell opportunities
For The Bearded Letch.

Through the too-small door
With the misted window,
Amidst the well-thumbed,
Greasy tomes of poesy
Sits the girl on the knee
Of The Bearded Letch.