Mr Point

Mr point would indicate wherever he might be He’d point at you and sometimes he would also point at me He’d point at mountains and at sky and sometimes at the sea And sometimes at his willy if he had to take a pee He’d point toward the motorway if you asked him the way He’d point toward the sky if you asked what colour’s grey He’d point at the calendar before he named the day He’d point at everybody else, if you said, ‘So, who’s gay?’ Mr Point will point down south, he’ll even point out Stoke He’ll point out Adam Hargreaves if he ever ends up broke But Mr Point ain’t named because his fingers like to poke Mr Point he’s called because he never gets the joke [Dear Mr Hargreaves... if you want to get your hands on ‘Mr Point’... I accept bank transfers and hard cash]