Ribesal

Should be a joke
but isn't: Pinocchio nose
although he might
never need to lie. Poor guy
has a dry cleaner's
hanger for a hand,
a flour barrel barely covering
his paunch. A touch
of elegance in the cabbage
worn as a ruff beneath
his neckless head. Where his brain
should be, the business end
of a wooden spoon,
but he's still smart enough to know
all your friends are turnips
so hides in plain sight
with the kitchen appliances,
makes his home between
two hills, if you know what
I mean.  A forker,
a spooner,  a fooler
of militias, knights
& earnest rubes.  Loves
a good opera, a giant
mug of pilsner, misdirection,
miscreancy, magic
missles.  Call for him
when the road seems
to lead back to your hovel
no matter which way
you run.