Dazzling Dave
Dazzling Dave always took care
Of his flowing golden brown hair
Of his appearance he always took pride
Shiny white teeth, a swaggering stride
A ladies man, all the girls swoon
Whenever Dave, enters a room
For other men, Dave was trouble
With his sparkling eyes and designer stubble
He was a threat to their domestic lives
With the wandering eyes of their wives
Their jealousy rose and with unified cry
Every one to a man decided that Dave must die
One day while Dave was taking a hike
They secretly cut the breaks on his bike
Then when Dave was riding down the fast lane
He pressed on his breaks, of course all in vain
He smashed head long into a tree
Now he was not such a great sight to see
But he wore a crash helmet Dave was not shoddy
Head still in perfect condition
Alas no longer attached to his body
Copyright © Gary Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013
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