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Pretty Boy, my alter ego
Contributed by
norm
on
Friday, 23rd May 2003 @ 12:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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When Pretty Boy is on the juice
He speaks in 'Bird' like Dr Suess,
One time I saw him chat with moose
When P.B.'s on the juice.
I saw him take a motor car
and run it near and run it far,
Until the wheels were caked with tar
When P.B. hits the bar.
I've seen him fly an aeroplane
and dive a field in sun or rain,
It's clear to see he's quite insane
When P.B.'s on the loose.
When P.B. golfs and drives the ball
The ball just soars and doesn't fall,
I've seen it roll into the mall
With P.B. under par.
P.B. is my alter ego,
where he goes, he puffs a ceego,
LIsten, girls, ma knows we glow
while P.B. has the booze.
It's true, a roue I could be
and put the blame on old P.B.
In actuality it's me
That goes too far..harhar.
Copyright ©
norm
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2003-05-23 00:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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