Con Man Poem by Lee Fones
Con Man
someone got done by a con man
selling bodged up windows
he was well into glam
wore feathers from flamingo's
was slippy as a eel
windows never fit
doing a dirty deal
glass was well, split
he was like a rook
praying on the old
real proper crook
thousands of windows sold
yes he was a cross-man
loved dressing in feathers
his real name naughty Fran
polished windows in his leathers
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