There was a young man with a chin
That was long and sharp and thin
The ladies would stare
Sometimes fondle his hair
Which left him in rather a spin
There was an old doctor called Brown
Who would often cycle round town
His long black hair
Caused the ladies to stare
But the men, they only could frown
I’d driven my car through mud
As such it was covered in crud
Difficult to see
I just missed the tree
But came to a stop with a thud!
(C) Simon Paul, 2013
