Oft times in the past
I was asked,
By a friend, lad, lass or a lover,
"Who is the best man you know?"
The first one or two times
I was asked,
I was stumped,
I had no retort, no reply.
But as time flew by,
I found that I did
Know a man who would fit
This strange description,
vague delineation,
And from then,
When asked,
I would answer.
"Tobias Salt."
Conversations from there
Were all much the same
Over and over and over again.
“Who is Mr Salt?”
They would ask, intrigued,
And always I’d answer
“A man.”
“But why the best man?
Surely he is but a dream.”
And they'd pester,
Until I responded.
“Wh
