He's Got Clint Eastwood Eye's
His hair starting to recede,
his lips a thin line,
his hands always carrying a gun,
he's got Clint Eastwood eye's,
He'll turn the tables on you,
you had better think twice,
either giving you a punch,
or rolling you like your dice,
And he'll sneeze at you,
just to tease you,
says' "you better freeze or I'll shoot you"
he's ferocious,
and he knows just what it takes to make a pro run,
he's got a Dirty Harry 45 magnum at his side,
he's got Clint Eastwood eye's,
He's either good, bad, or ugly,
you can take your pick,
starring in spaghetti westerns,
most of which turned out to be hits,
And he'll stare at you
and he'll glare at you,
squinting because of all the crime hullaballoo,
running after all the bad guys,
while you sit in your easy chair and eat your buttered popcorn,
he's aged a bit which is a crime,
yet he's still got Clint Eastwood eyes!
11-15-16
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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