THE MULLET POEM By Jacqui
He wore a mullet It was curly All his mates were big and burly If he saw beer He would skull it On his head He wore a mullet Tight and tiny He likes sports AFL, league and soccer In his dreams he is a Docker He wears Ugg boots and trackpants To pubs and night clubs Then tries to dance What a scene What a commotion The weekend’s here And he wears shorts
A slave to fashion It’s called devotion When he’s at work He’s really slack Looking busy Is his plan of attack He comes in late Then clocks of early When he’s at work He’s always surly
In his leisure he loves TV On the couch
Is the place to be A beer in one hand And he will skull it On his head He wears a mullet
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