The Ladies Man

He wore a robe and a smile,
a jaunty man with jokes
and a shiny creased face.
Tea? He poured and his
companions became girls.
Yes, please, they said,
slid the china cups closer.
Then he unrolled his jokes
and they giggled and fluttered
and he ran a hand up the length
of his tie to the Windsor –
and his hand lingered.
It was quite too much.
More tea, anyone?

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