In the making...

It took me a long time to mould him.
Cut him and split him.
The name was carved, the initials etched.
“Kaiser”, No That sounds like a bun. “Klavun”, now that sounds like the sun.
On to the soft etchings now, rugged rubble or gillette smooth? But ruffled doesn’t go along.
I settled upon a razor sleek and saloon tousled, Ah, the rumbling unfettered duo...

I’ll leave for now and attend later; I have but a small portion of clay to cater.
The glaring eyes are watching my moves and pretext and “work” are giving me the blues…