A Typical Man Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

When she realised, at last, what the old fool was after,
She burst into peals of hysterical laughter,
She was half his age, it was quite a joke,
But he thought he could pull her, what a typical bloke!
She supposed he was handsome in an odd sort of way,
But a bit of a dandy (he could have been gay) ,
But she'd have to be barmy to fall for his type,
Genteel and well-spoken, and smoking a pipe!
She didn't like smokers, besides what a cheek
To think she could fancy such a phoney old freak!
It all goes to show there's no innocent man -
They're all of them guilty when the sh*t hits the fan! !