Tuesday, 16 May 2023

Forget AI, I'm Michael Casey the (far from) Perfect Man

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

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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