An anthropologist whose name is Blair
For whom Peruvian myth's a specialty
Winds up spending his time at the PD
And looking out of place with his long hair.
He hangs out with his partner, knows him well;
Helps him keep his senses in control.
His partner has the butch policeman role:
His name is Jim, and he's the Sentinel.
The two men are in love, that much is plain.
They share the Loft, and when no one's around
We know they pin each other to the ground
And wrestle under Blair's concealing mane.
A love that's lived in silence is so male -
Good thing they have their fen to tell their tale!
The End