Now and then, a lovely lady happens by,
distracts Paul Drake, libidinous private eye;
but she arouses no lust in Perry's heart:
in the program's puzzle, she is but a part.
Equally oblivious to pretty men,
Perry's not Raymond Burr; he just lacks all yen.
Catching each number, time, light, and shadow
for the inevitable imbroglio,
Perry Mason's thoughts can swerve not one degree.
He was TV's most powerful castrati!
Previously published in “Ball Club Quarterly”
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