One day he arrived with his bodyguards.
All smiles and without a care in the world.
An inner voice warned me be stay on guard-
sweet bully he was, not to be revered.
I set up dinner, he said he was full.
I offered him a drink but he declined.
He said - relax cousin, release the pull,
I just want to chat if you are inclined-
So passed the eve with long, colourful tales.
And his sweet talks sounding even sweeter.
He talked, I listened - his journeys and sails.
A master at work to ease the bitter.
But I was cautious of his subtle charm-
The wanted guest with his wide open arms.
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