I’m a nice guy. That’s a fact.
Judge all by how they act.
Spot a pol who tries to fake.
Knows a hammer from a rake.
Is polite and doesn’t yawn
during sermons about wrong.
Pushes those behind walkers.
Listens to lonely talkers.
Gives to every other cause
that makes one blubber or pause.
So why should some ugly bug
sail by and give me a hug.
Squeeze and squirt those tender guts.
Off, too, the family nuts.
Then have me face the Big One.
No, I want more and more fun!
Fun
Published in Poetry