Yes, I saw him swan his way towards the big swim,
Wearing a cherubic, fresh, flesh collar
And mouthing something.
It seemed vivid at the time,
But I can’t recall his words.
My recollections are confused by the sum of it all,
Lacking quality and substance,
His very presence held erect by quantity.
A large grin,
A large girl,
A crimson, cheeky yell
At the street and its people.
But you won’t catch him today Annie,
Not as he is,
Riding the mass of that swell.