I Hate To Say It, But

Thy Verse created like thy Theme sublime,
In Number, Weight, and Measure, needs not Rhime.
Some Guy, 1674

Sketch is to standup what Guisewhite is to Behrle, whose cross-border appeal, I might add, I regret to be pushing below the fold right now.
(Actually, that honor went to Kaptain Kaveman here, it would seem.)
In any event, our new-found friend's done gone and upped the ante; yous better gets to posting, my son.
(Who knew aged and wizened and grizzeled would be for the dogs.
Death is a bummer, but also: deliverance; who cares if there's no god. Thoughts on the colon, semi-colon?)
All that being said (and done):
this here gent should be makin' us and all of Young Manhattan feel like the bunch of ivy-league twinkie boys we are.
There, i said it.

Money, please.