John F. McCullagh
Mister He Will Do - Poem by John F. McCullagh
Pretty girls can always get men,
But a girl won’t forever be pretty.
When your breasts, now so perky and lovely,
Heed gravity’s call it’s a pity.
For now you are playing the field,
and you and your Dates rule the City-
When the game is no longer afoot
You’ll wind up at home with your Kitty.
So while you look to find Mister Right
-And audition a series of Wrongs-
Don’t be napping when Mister He’ll do
Comes and sings you his adequate song.
He’ll not be as handsome as some,
And may not be as rich as the rest-
But he’ll always regard you as beautiful
even when you’re not quite at your best.
So while climbing the corporate ladder
And cheering your latest success
If you hear Nature’s call and you feel yourself fall
Put Mister He’ll do to the test.
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