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! 🙂