He is sherrier
And sherriest.
A tall thermometer
Reflects him best.
Children in the street
Watch him go by.
“Is that the thinnest shadow?”
They to one another cry.
A face looks from the mirror
As if to say,
“Be supple, young man,
Since you can’t be gay.”
All his friends have gone
From the street corner cold.
His heart is full of lies
And his eyes are full of mold.