THE HUNK

He was called Suitcase Simpson
A hunk in disguise
with coat hanger shoulders
improbably wide
 
His duck egg blue jacket
Hung down to his hips
Over black velvet trousers
With bicycle clips

Miss Daisy did marvel
When he swaggered by
With his shiny gold watch
And a gleam in his eye

She sighed when he rippled
His muscles so strong
She swooned when he kissed her
All the night long

Suitcase smirked with a sneer
At the gang lads in town
Who jeered as he strutted
With Daisy on arm

His lopsided smile
Would tickle her fancy
And she smiled with fine pride
When they saw her friend Nancy

‘Tho Suitcase was tough
In his heart he was true
And Miss Daisy just loved
Her big hunk in blue
 
So if you go on down
Into town any day
You’ll see Suitcase and Daisy
And their baby named Fay.