Kenny Turton was adorable but a touch odd

he’d always volunteer to sing at the Boys’ Club

and was forever a peculiarly entertaining lad

devious and a romancer but never bad

 

a likeable lad who in the 50s i briefly knew

but was an older peer that i could relate to

much later in life i heard he’d progressed

to literary status working for the press

 

eventually i grasped it was tongue-in-cheek

typically elevating himself to a career’s peek

assuming celebrity (his characteristic caper)

in actuality he delivered the local newspaper