Ominous clouds enveloped his pate;
Social graces have just met their mate.
He was wet & homosexual;
Outstanding were his shirtless pectorals.
Not a limp-wristed gay guy;
Instead of a man of steel who, if need be, could fly!
I met him once at a party for the King;
His presence meant a great many things:
A world's most interesting man for sure:
He could drink beer and make it golden pure;
He could drink wine and make it old;
Whiskey sitting in front of him would automatically turn royal bold.
Woman were a magnet to him:
They always wanted to go with him to the gym;
They did not understand, but for all his advances,
It was Jim behind the bar that interested him with glances;
The two could have such a special time!
He ordered a Dos Equis with a wedge of lime...
And winked to everybody else in good time.
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