You're so uncool
But I don't care,
Don't like cool girls....
You're no-one's fool,
You got those curls
And ringlets in your hair.
You sure ain't hip,
(Perhaps you're square!)
But I don't care,
You got those curls....
Come home with me,
We'll have some fun,
I'll shoot my gun,
And you can be my only one.
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John I must say I am slowly becoming a fan of your poetry. Poetry with humour like yours is rare. Definately a treasure.