Arctic Charlie
When singing to potatoes, the cowboy always stutters;
"I will l-l-love you Desiree, my d-d-darling one,
C-c-come and be my dear, you l-l-lovely one!"
He swears that he'll love her more than any new "patutter"
The cowboy was a lonesome soul, and rode from state to state
Searching fields of vegetables for perfect single spuds
And, in so doing, finding heaps and heaps of what were duds:
"If only I could find a Sweet who'd take me on a date."
This cowboy, then, was not the kind to stir the heart of Man -
Fortunately, he would say, for that was not his bag
His motivations lay in looking for a simple shag
(To grab a Spud and mash it quickly was his plan)
| Contributors: | Apsley, Fatty, fester, B, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 18th July 2001. |