Game Boy 22

Paul

Our man of many talents,
Ability not quite there.
A slim and nimble figure,
Greasy, tatty hair.

See Paul's a sporting hero,
In his own mind's eye.
In his silver boots and stockings,
You'd swear this boy could fly.

His achievements now are many,
As the trophy case will tell.
There is only one thing greater,
And that's his bedrooms smell.

He shuffles through the rubbish,
Controls gripped in his hand.
He wants to play Nintendo,
Which Wendy cannot stand.

He wants to go out driving,
His family shakes with fear.
As he grinds his way thru the gearbox,
Trying to find first gear.

He likes to go a swimming,
In the family pool.
In funny shorts and knobbly knees,
No! No! We can't be cruel.

He always wears his t-shirt,
Coz his top is like the rest.
Thank God I brought me sunnies,
This boy has not been blessed!

He has a taste for junk food,
Macca's, Pizza and some Chips.
He's glad he's not his sister,
It'd all go to his hips.

He finally got his licence,
We never thought he would.
He pranged up Wally's car - you see,
His driving wasn't good.

He turned 22 a while ago,
In bingo two fat ducks.
This was written a while ago,
When we wished him lots of luck.

©The Markar - 1994

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