Stoking For A Date - Poem by Phil Ward
Max Casson was a stoker,
And very good at that,
He'd stoke the barges up the Thames,
Then stoke them coming back.
He had muscles on his muscles,
A truly great physique,
Not only could he shift the coal,
He could do it double quick.
The ladies up the mews at home,
All hoped their cards were marked,
And thought it was significant,
Whose house outside he'd parked.
He'd do their little jobs for them,
He really was quite handy,
It got them hot and bothered,
Not to mention very randy.
A stoker for a partner,
What girl could want for more?
A fit and active husband,
At least to sixty four.
But Max's thoughts were elsewhere,
He had his eye on Cecil,
The one who he's been stoking for,
The captain of the vessel.
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