Stan's the Man.
Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2021 7:54 pm
Stan’s the Man.
©Ron Boughton.
The Kookaburras guffawed and the black crows cawed
When he said that he had a heart of gold,
For the not so honest Stan was a used car man
With deceitful deals to his name untold.
And a scarred red bulbous nose had felt many blows
For the warranty on cars that he’d sold!
And where once he would bewitch with polished sales pitch
His spiel now left him out in the cold!
Yes long gone were the slick days, where in so many ways
He could easily charm the skin off a snake,
And being fond of the plonk, this gold medal shonk
Had no credibility, with his handshake!
And in his drinking confusion he suffered delusion,
In proportion to his alchohol intake,
Instead of acting his age, he’d claim centre stage
And to reality he’d rarely awake!
There were times he’d think he’d be, footloose and fancy free
Only to find later from stares much aghast
That it was the wobbly boot and he didn’t look cute
With his strides so often worn at half mast!
Jumping to wrong conclusions, his drunken illusions
There portrayed a suitable moment cast
For a seat in politics, he’d contest the mix
As his perfect resume’ could not be outclassed!
©Ron Boughton.
The Kookaburras guffawed and the black crows cawed
When he said that he had a heart of gold,
For the not so honest Stan was a used car man
With deceitful deals to his name untold.
And a scarred red bulbous nose had felt many blows
For the warranty on cars that he’d sold!
And where once he would bewitch with polished sales pitch
His spiel now left him out in the cold!
Yes long gone were the slick days, where in so many ways
He could easily charm the skin off a snake,
And being fond of the plonk, this gold medal shonk
Had no credibility, with his handshake!
And in his drinking confusion he suffered delusion,
In proportion to his alchohol intake,
Instead of acting his age, he’d claim centre stage
And to reality he’d rarely awake!
There were times he’d think he’d be, footloose and fancy free
Only to find later from stares much aghast
That it was the wobbly boot and he didn’t look cute
With his strides so often worn at half mast!
Jumping to wrong conclusions, his drunken illusions
There portrayed a suitable moment cast
For a seat in politics, he’d contest the mix
As his perfect resume’ could not be outclassed!