Forget AI, I’m Michael Casey the (far from) Perfect Man
Forget AI, I’m Michael Casey the (far from) Perfect Man (c)
by Michael Casey. ME, SOB
Firstly I’m a SOB, so what more does any woman want, SOB that’s me
Son of a Blacksmith from Kerry Eire, that’s what a SOB is
I’m in Birmingham, all of me, and there’s plenty, see my photo
I have scars so I look like a Pirate, NO Johnny but plenty of Depths
I have a hair back too, so swoon ladies swoon
I like Keith Richards and his smokers laugh, I cannot play an instrument
Though that could open a door to a metaphor, do you want more
I have broad shoulders, I am no wimp, and I do like squeezing pimples
I have strong hairy legs, that’ll indulge you , and you can shave them
It might reduce drag in the wind, though I do dress up in women’s clothing
and Fart a lot, not Monty and his Spam a Lot
I love Kdramas, and I would marry a Korean girl, and have 4 kids
Mathew, Mark, Luke and John I am a writer after all
But it would take a real Kdrama script for that to Happen
and Dr CHA I’ve finished Episode 10, where everybody is drunk
I eat apples and bananas and oranges which makes me sound like a Monkey
Though I more like a silver backed Gorilla, but far smellier
So AI AI AI my backside, I am perfect for somebody
Though can Jokers STOP sending dating site and worse to my emails
You need to talk to me, and treat me nice, and then you can stroke
my hair, ever so soft, just like me
I could go on but I need to out for bread, before darkness falls
I look better in daylight after all
I may be battered, just like the fish in the chip shop
But I’m young at heart, 20 in my head
So with that, I hope you all flock to me
And AI is far from Reality
Though Trump should be matched with a Balloon
And then he’d float away to oblivion
So I’m the far from perfect man
But I can do a CanCan and I know all the words
To the Moulin Rouge film
Which is all about LOVE
And what is AI just a Tin Can
that should be kicked in the Alley
So Dance away the night with me
A perfect Man, well almost
Humour Writing by the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC
Forget AI, I’m Michael Casey the (far from) Perfect Man
Forget AI, I’m Michael Casey the (far from) Perfect Man (c)
by Michael Casey. ME, SOB
Firstly I’m a SOB, so what more does any woman want, SOB that’s me
Son of a Blacksmith from Kerry Eire, that’s what a SOB is
I’m in Birmingham, all of me, and there’s plenty, see my photo
I have scars so I look like a Pirate, NO Johnny but plenty of Depths
I have a hair back too, so swoon ladies swoon
I like Keith Richards and his smokers laugh, I cannot play an instrument
Though that could open a door to a metaphor, do you want more
I have broad shoulders, I am no wimp, and I do like squeezing pimples
I have strong hairy legs, that’ll indulge you , and you can shave them
It might reduce drag in the wind, though I do dress up in women’s clothing
and Fart a lot, not Monty and his Spam a Lot
I love Kdramas, and I would marry a Korean girl, and have 4 kids
Mathew, Mark, Luke and John I am a writer after all
But it would take a real Kdrama script for that to Happen
and Dr CHA I’ve finished Episode 10, where everybody is drunk
I eat apples and bananas and oranges which makes me sound like a Monkey
Though I more like a silver backed Gorilla, but far smellier
So AI AI AI my backside, I am perfect for somebody
Though can Jokers STOP sending dating site and worse to my emails
You need to talk to me, and treat me nice, and then you can stroke
my hair, ever so soft, just like me
I could go on but I need to out for bread, before darkness falls
I look better in daylight after all
I may be battered, just like the fish in the chip shop
But I’m young at heart, 20 in my head
So with that, I hope you all flock to me
And AI is far from Reality
Though Trump should be matched with a Balloon
And then he’d float away to oblivion
So I’m the far from perfect man
But I can do a CanCan and I know all the words
To the Moulin Rouge film
Which is all about LOVE
And what is AI just a Tin Can
that should be kicked in the Alley
So Dance away the night with me
A perfect Man, well almost
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