He’s a mammoth, woolly bully,

A real Neanderthal!

But the pop crowd really loves him

Because he plays some mean football.


When he makes a big tackle

He emits a caveman grunt,

Then his eyes roll around

Until his next caveman hunt.


He can’t pass a test without cheating,

It might make his brain stem snap,

Because his brain is much, much smaller

Than a sparrow’s knee cap.


All the pop girls love big Woolly,

Except maybe two or three,

Thankfully, there’s still a few

Who can love a poet, like me!  🙂


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