Paradise, Monty Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I raise a toast to our boyhood heroes
The ones who were perfect in what we prized
And showed us what we prized could tell a story or create a persona or make success all its own

And later handsome men drink handsome beverages
Under fluorescent lights, chins of angular attractiveness rub flawed women the right
way

And it's paradise, Monty for black and white effort
The face of association that absorbed a thousand blows because they gave us a sense of camaraderie

Someone is on my side
He carries a blowtorch, he wears an ascot
He was the victim of lurid stories in tell -all magazines

Those lurid stories only made him more filled in, crayons turn the coloring book bright orange
It's polka dots, Monty on shirts, socks, and hanky
When you were the inspiration for ungroomed unathletic kids like us, you were out getting drunk

Too young to read the signs pointing to human failings
We just took inspiration from the tie and cocktail set
What biology denied, fashion offered up as compensation