The Jagger Swagger
Old Mick has the lips of a bragger
And wiggles his hips with a swagger.
He jumps, full of beans
In black skinny jeans
With hip-shaking destined to stagger!
Old ladies enjoy the distraction
Of seeing their idol in action.
He keeps them at bay
For, wrinkly and grey,
They can't give him no satisfaction!
30.08.19
'Swagger poetry contest' sponsored by Line Gauthier
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2019
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