He stands erect and silent in morning coat and gown,
The pride of my collection and when my friends come around,
They stare incredulous and marvel at the sight
"How excellent a specimen", "Exquisite'; "A delight"
He's my demon in a glass case,
I caught him unawares,
Leafing through my old books
In the cupboard underneath the stairs.
He has an air of arrogance I saw it from the first,
As I struggled with the fellow his manners were the worst,
It hurt me more than he of that he failed to see,
But I knew I had to do it for he looked alot like me.