Old Man Rick

A funny old man.

Old man Rick living on across the lake 

used to sit and gripe when the crops were ripe.

With ears the size of Jupiter and a nose of a steak,

All the people in town used to stare at the stripe.

What stripe you ask? Oh but the one on his chest.

He bore no shirt with his old ragged overalls.

The hair that could be seen from absence of vest

shouted out in the wind none but all calls. 

How chest hair can whistle is yet another question,

but doing so while forming a stripe is none but strange.

He would sit on his chair and call out a simple suggestion,

and it was none other than Obama's usage of change!

Old man Rick always sat on his porch,

His great wrinkled mouth like a brand new torch.

 

Reviews

[wizzawiz]

amazing description of the grumpy-old-man I think everyone sees in their neighbourhood

[cfix]

I really enjoyed this write.
Wonderful rhyme scheme and flow.

[Frank F. Atanacio]

the imagery and descriptions were right on target a very good write :) actually loved it