There Was A Man

Just some silly nonsense (it is Friday after all)

There was a man with no hair
And he never did seem to care.
Until by his wife he was told
That he was looking quite bald.
That poor old man with no hair.

There was a man with no taste,
His life he ran in such haste.
No sign of change,
To his narrowing range.
He was truly all glitter and paste.

There was a man I knew,
His language could be quite blue.
I told him oh no!
The language must go!
If you really want dinner for two.

There was a man down the street,
Who was always dapper and neat.
He walked with a swagger
To rival Mick Jagger.
Until he tripped over his feet.

There was a man and his mate,
Who believed they could always cheat fate.
They dodged this way and that
With the stealth of a cat.
But in the end they were a second too late.