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POEMS, VERSE,& LYRICS
ESSAYS
(TEARING STRIPS OFF THE BLOG ROLL)
(TEARING STRIPS OFF THE BLOG ROLL)
TESTOSTERONE TERRY
He’s got tattoos in places his mother’s never seen
He’s big and bad and ‘orrible, he’s rough, and tough and mean
He drinks large amounts of lager with his mates around the bar
His chat up lines are charmless, but they seem to get him far
You can’t lock him up and you daren’t knock him down.
He’s Testosterone Terry and he’s coming to your town
Its an often told story; A lifetime full of flaws
A roof with slates missing, the jar of slamming doors
In the windows of opportunity he’s the pane of broken glass
He sticks the carrot of encouragement …anywhere you ask!
His intellect’s ineffectual, but his insight’s out of sight
If he senses disapproval then he’s ready for a fight
In a train-spotting world he’s the one whose off the rails
He got several screws loose but he thinks he’s hard as nails
He cruises with brute arrogance at speed throughout the town
The stereo wound right up, the windows right down
He never starts without a roar or brakes without a squeal
It extends his…. Personality, and gives him sex appeal
They never raked the algae off his genetic pool
He’s the exception that proves the Darwin rule
I’d like to converse with him; have him round to Tea
Except of course that he’s considerably .... larger than me!
He’s got tattoos in places his mother’s never seen
He’s big and bad and ‘orrible, he’s rough, and tough and mean
He drinks large amounts of lager with his mates around the bar
His chat up lines are charmless, but they seem to get him far
You can’t lock him up and you daren’t knock him down.
He’s Testosterone Terry and he’s coming to your town
Its an often told story; A lifetime full of flaws
A roof with slates missing, the jar of slamming doors
In the windows of opportunity he’s the pane of broken glass
He sticks the carrot of encouragement …anywhere you ask!
His intellect’s ineffectual, but his insight’s out of sight
If he senses disapproval then he’s ready for a fight
In a train-
He cruises with brute arrogance at speed throughout the town
The stereo wound right up, the windows right down
He never starts without a roar or brakes without a squeal
It extends his…. Personality, and gives him sex appeal
They never raked the algae off his genetic pool
He’s the exception that proves the Darwin rule
I’d like to converse with him; have him round to Tea
Except of course that he’s considerably .... larger than me!
TESTOSTERONE TERRY
It’s only words! Satirical poetry, verse and lyrics and essays by artist /printmaker/wordsmith Colin Bailey
It’s only words! Satirical poetry, verse and lyrics and essays by artist /printmaker/wordsmith Colin Bailey