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Man called DUD

There was a man called 'DUD'

Who thought himself a 'stud'

Infact he tried so hard

He quiffed his locks with lard

Unclipped a button from his shrt

Bore his hairy chest and tried to flirt

He sought a younger blonde/ brunette

Twenty somethings in a skirt

With his think lens he scanned the lonely hearts

And dyed his hair mexican red

And pencilled in a dark moustache

Above a top lip quiver

He swaggered in low slug 'ELVIS jeans'

In dark saloons

That made him shiver

He drank a pint or two alone

[he Had problems with his liver]

And caught a taxi home, alone

But still dud fought to be

The 'Great stud of the nation'

[Though he had problems with his circulation]

His jeans were unsightly and far too tight

He got a restless leg half way through the night

He tried so hard to join the party

But after one athritic dance

He was reaching for his wooly cardie

Then flattered by a young girl who began,

'Now here's the man, he'd make a perfect a partner for my

GRAN! '

Yvette smith april 09

poem by Yvette Smith
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