Young Randy Poem by Francis Duggan

Few as good as young Randy at puffing on a joint
And he is one who always has his own point
Of view which he holds on about everything
Though of his praises you won't hear many others sing.

Twenty two years and nearing the prime of his life
Yet he has no notion of taking a wife
To a few older divorcees he is a toy boy
And a night in bed with him they surely enjoy.

With the local young men of his age he's not popular at all
He doesn't play cricket or any code of football
He shares little in common with Tony and Barney and Fred
Though their mums will tell you he is good in bed.

He likes to smoke pot and he likes to drink beer
And though he often looks groggy his thoughts and speech always clear
Even the greatness of Darwin and Einstein he doubt
And he has his own ideas on what life's about.

With long shoulder length brown hair and a short brown beard
Not powerfully built and physically not one to be feared
But in the fact that brains are better than brawn the truth does remain
And he is a thinker he has a good brain.

A few take away beers and a few beers he enjoys
And he never goes up to the pub with the boys
He is the toy boy to the town's divorcees
And it does not please the boys that their mums he does please.