Valet Poem by yash saini

Squint yonder thy ankle
Stands a contagious stalwart
Confronting dark vortexes of time
Engulfing his frothy modesty
Abhorring all his carte Blanche
Striding from soprano to contralto
Chanting thy libretto
Manifesting his libation to thee
Fomenting thine focaccia maelstrom
Neither Machiavellian nor a martyr
Gulping his folly fonds
A liege vale ting thee lieu
Midst lexicon toff dishes
Glistening at heavens
Stands yonder thine valet.