Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


Old Stan In His Late Sixties


He often sleeps in late sometimes until noon
And he often sings his way home from the pub by the light of the moon
Old Stan in his late sixties a hardy old bloke
He likes women and grog and he can laugh at a joke
He's never fathered children or never had a wife
But he will not die of a miserable life
He visits his lover for sex and for tea
On friday, saturday and sunday she is sixty three
He goes to the pub for a few drinks at night
Old Stan the one who would rather make love than fight
Well liked and respected by all locally
He will not die of worry since he is carefree
A character of sorts a likeable man
You won't hear one say a bad word about Stan.

Submitted: Sunday, August 31, 2008
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