The love song of R.M. Dunwoody

R.M. Dunwoody (as he likes to be called)
is almost fifty-seven, and frequently appalled:

‘Turn down that blasted music!
That’s not what I call dance!
They stare into their smarty-phones,
like zombies in a trance.’

‘I never went to college,
or flew about in planes,
a holiday in my day
was a wet weekend in Staines.’

‘We had no sex in my day,
but now it’s everywhere!
That slapper on the billboard
with her legs and purple hair!’

‘They ought to bring back hanging,
for music, sex, and fun.
I’d gladly pull the trap myself
— justice seen and done.’

R.M. Dunwoody (as he likes to be called)
is almost fifty-seven, and single, and bald.