VACUOUS MICHAEL
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.
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Hilarious! Well done!
I suppose this wasn’t written in response to a challenge to find the most outrageous rhyme for ‘horizon’ was it? 🙂
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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!
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