Testo Demon In A Glasscase

He stands erect and silent in morning coat and gown, The pride of my collection and when my friends come around, They stare incredulous and marvel at the sight "How excellent a specimen", "Exquisite'; "A delight" He's my demon in a glass case, I caught him unawares, Leafing through my old books In the cupboard underneath the stairs. He has an air of arrogance I saw it from the first, As I struggled with the fellow his manners were the worst, It hurt me more than he of that he failed to see, But I knew I had to do it for he looked alot like me.