Write-In 2019: 'There was a crooked man' by Jo Withers

There was a crooked man who walked a crooked line,

set up a crooked studio beneath a famous sign,

auditioned in his office where he set the crooked scene, pressed against their nubile bodies with his nasty crooked lean,

snapped his crooked fingers thinking he could make them dance, snapped his crooked temper when they refused to prance,

reaped awards and ceremonies in their little crooked town, seeped blackmail and alimonies when they finally brought him down.