He sits in the town square, facing the sun
So that he can get his browning done
Then he turns the other cheek
Though he sometimes has to pop for a leak
His gaze often seems fixed on the horizon
But with Michael there’s no flies on
Because behind his fashionable dark glasses
He is surveying all the passing feminine asses.
2 thoughts on “VACUOUS MICHAEL”
Hilarious! Well done!
I suppose this wasn’t written in response to a challenge to find the most outrageous rhyme for ‘horizon’ was it? 🙂
Glad you enjoyed it John! No, it wasn’t written for ‘horizon’. It’s more or less true though, being about a guy I know who is frequently to be found in our town centre, behaving as I describe it!