In Spite of My Loving Nature
(Tongue planted firmly in cheek)
In spite of my loving nature
In spite of being an Olympic skater
In spite of my charming way with the ladies
And my absolute love of wee babies
In spite of having a voice that rocks
And looks so dashing wearing just socks
In spite of my hair that's a silvery white
And a tan that doesn't rub off every night
In spite of a fabulous smile I possess
And stunning good looks, yup you guessed
Though I do admit I've got a naughty side
Some of the above, well I might have lied
Especially about looking good in just socks
People at times, they yell and throw rocks
But that doesn't phase me, I know I'm a charmer
Perhaps I should wear a steel suit of armour
It'a all in fun, I'm not really a looker
Forgot to mention, I'm real good at snooker
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
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