Thomas of Bavaria

Good evening my dearest of ladies and one handful of gentlemen

I implore the attention of yours

This night is the single last eve and now perfected to share a story

A tale of a night before day

This is a story about an artisan, craftsman, maker and innovator

A gentleman of quality from within the Bavarians

Born momentarily into this world bearing a languorous

Skill before then unknown to any human in-kind

Thomas of Bavaria was known in and through all

The Russian and British empires as Thomas Bouverie

Such was this unique talent of topic that

Punctually he found himself a sort of superstar

Legendary, a sentient, animate, veritably live and living myth

At first it was pleasant, gratifying and most satisfactory

A lot of women were delightfully or vigorously pleased

Though they left but not behind and shortly

Boredom set in like a long slow hurricane

Pummeling and pounding with a hard, rude and

Indiscriminate force that left awkward then resonant scars

A traumatic disruption that only love itself could

Nurse and cleanse like some lemon iodine antidote

And thus with one foot landing alone just a little

Bit in front of his second, so his pilgrimage began

He traveled, oh how he traveled, all the

Seven of the world seas and then again

In search of a woman, no, THE woman, that

Could appreciate and respond to his techniques

His dexterity, brilliance, his artistry and earth him

Illuminate the lost path back down to the ground

For he had satisfied but was left himself

Malcontent, displeased and disappointed

Though then cometh along a queen

During his search for love, Tomcraft, as

They now called the application of his myth

Had proven to be more human than human

For his endless journey around the

World had only brought him back home

All the way to the very girl next door

To the queen

To the queen

To the queen of Bavaria