upon retiring
from the mafia,
Don Corleone
wove aquatic mammals
out of raffia

i learnt this news
when he made me an otter
i couldn’t refuse

Marlon Brandreth

With a life far from humdrum
Marlon was a conundrum
Of consonants,
Of great and little consequence,
A disemboweller of vowels,
A thrower-in of towels,
A dispenser of growls,
A collector of owls.
Plainly no pushover
Despite the bright pullover,
With eyes impossible
To pull the wool over.

The grand man of letters.
The godfather of sweaters.