Dirty Old Man's Poem

A dirty old man’s poem
what shall I say.
I lust after girls.
I roll ’em in the hay?
A tomcat at night.
lie drunk in the gutter.
make witty remarks like,
‘‘a girl’s friend is her mutter?’’
Too slow for a wolf.
a wild grape on a stem.
and girls who taste me
I’ll squirt juice on them.