Old Guy

[CENTER]I met an old guy,
Who cared not a hoot.
If someone stopped by,
He’d give them the boot.

He’d curse and he’d holler.
He’d shake his fist,
He’d yank their collar.
And twist their wrist.

A mean old man,
When we first met,
Until our first,
Tete-a-tete.

He talked and talked,
As I did listen,
I’m sure he noticed,
How my eyes did glisten.

He told me his sorrow,
His tale

Old Guy