Billy Braggart Poem by Francis Duggan

He talks about his days of wine and roses
When he was the man young women wished to know
And of the many women he made love to
When he was twenty two decades ago.

Big Billy he was forty on his birthday
I'm still a handsome looking chap he say
But he is vain and he fights natural ageing
By dyeing his hair brown and covering his gray.

Big Billy says he still can charm the ladies
But that from love and passion he's having a brief rest
He wears a short sleeved shirt with an unbuttoned collar
To show off his muscles and his hairy chest.

He suffers from a hugely inflated ego
And he thinks there is none so handsome as he
And that he's admired by all the younger females
His imagination on him has run free.

Those who know him only call him 'Billy Braggart'
They say his physique has gone to his head
That since his wife left him ten years back and took their daughter
He hasn't had another in his bed.

He likes to brag to all who care to listen
About all the beauties he has made love to
And in every town there's one like Billy Braggart
Ugly, broad shouldered and six foot one or two.