Clad in leather cups a shadowed chin
He is dressed almost like a rock star
It was inevitable he would win
The award. His novels are iconic
Like his snakeskin boots and film star looks
His wife, the writer .... insert name here
Is also the wielder of a fine pen
She was tipped for the Orange prize last year
Her sculpted cheekbones make jelly of men
He pisses perfume, he's hung like a horse
He captained the school cricket team, of course
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