Shaggy mystic and grey in the fog, sun, or rain
Mycroft the Wolf in a trench coat and shades
affecting a fedora or deerstalker hat
despite his wolfish pelt not necessitating that.
Sporting dark shades whether it's night or day
jotting observations in a pocket cahier
if spoken to he'll bark some ambiguous remark
Why do he linger long after dark
in a closed park or a churchyard
he'll only bark aphorisms of
vaguely cabalistic intrigue.
Poking around the gardens of haunted houses
only arouses suggestions of abtruse intrigue.
Ears like radar flicking this way and that
protruding from strategically placed slits in his hat
Mycroft the Wolf in a trench coat and shades
Shaggy mystic and grey in the fog, sun, or rain.
In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.