Picture yourself in Victorian England. High society flocks to see a figure so bizarre it's hardly recognizable as human. But thanks to the empathy of a doctor and a handful of charitable folk against the threat of exploitation, the poor man is finally shown some respect and affection.
David Lynch turned the true tale into a film. Can you construct an accompanying haiku?
Thanks, all for your votes. And so, it was decided to reveal the exhibit for all to see. No, don't turn away. Assistants porting smelling salts are available at every exit to revive the faint-hearted. Ready ... Remove the tarpaulin ... drumroll ... ta-da!
AT THREE with 7 points
charming her way over the bumps
it's the sweet charmer Chocolate Lady [2,1,2,2]
AT TWO with a monstrous 10 points
He's no animal
it's hunky MguyX [3,2,2,3]
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AT NUMERO UNO with a gorgeous 11 points
Mr Alliteration himself
it's the perfectly formed and adored clay [3,2,3,3]
congratulations clay - now make your speech and git us another film to haiku to, too!