Mr'Perfect'
I may not be Mr perfect Dear but my clothes were all the rage
In 1952 my dear before they were worn away
As for my eyes my dear the class one was clearly blue
that is before it fell into something,
The colour of meaty stew
A car a wage are hard to find
Although I've stolen a few
And as for cooking food my dear
Her Majesty does that too
But if we should ever meet my dear
I'm sure w'll get along grate
So send me a file or two
Wrapped up in a piece of cake
So send me a file or two Wrapped up in a piece of cake Rachel Ann Butler
Jim...........You have a certain style in your poetry. It's called absolutely hilarious.I've really enjoyed the 10 minutes or so, looking you up Steve A mad Merseyside Poet
Jim this is a hoot - and so well rhymed, but hope no-one sent you the file! !
I also had a laugh at this one as I can remember 1952, hope you find her. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent and humerous..... I like!