A Typical Man
When she realised, at last, what the old fool was after,
She burst into peals of hysterical laughter,
She was half his age, it was quite a joke,
But he thought he could pull her, what a typical bloke!
She supposed he was handsome in an odd sort of way,
But a bit of a dandy (he could have been gay) ,
But she'd have to be barmy to fall for his type,
Genteel and well-spoken, and smoking a pipe!
She didn't like smokers, besides what a cheek
To think she could fancy such a phoney old freak!
It all goes to show there's no innocent man -
They're all of them guilty when the sh*t hits the fan! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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