The Dirty Man

That’s all he was,

just a dirty man.

Dirty thoughts,

in his dirty jeans.

He had a dirty smile

and a dirty mind.

That’s all he was,

just a dirty man.

A charming fellow down South,

not an erect pole up North.

A smart fellow who never went down,

not even for a straight upside-down frown.

That’s all he was,

just a dirty man.

He played in the tub,

and he double-dosed the twos.

He played in the sand box,

and he ate out the hot fox.

That’s all he was,

just a dirty man.

Dirty sheets,

and dirty knees.

Dirty tongue,

and dirty hands.

That’s all he was,

just a dirty man.

A charming tropical lad at last,

not a white ghost from the past.

A smart lad who never got laid,

not even from a pretend to be maid.

That’s all he was,

just a dirty man.

© 2004 David Greg Harth

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