Saucy Man

Saucy Man                      July 7, 2004

On a clear blue day beneath the sun,
The saucy man writes,
His mind, on the run.
He sees sexy women on the TV,
And he thinks, "Why don't I write
Of the birds and the bees?"
And that would be the word
According to his gospel.
He's the saucy man,
And you, by the way, are not.

Oh, that saucy man, dear ol' perverted lad.
He doesn't get enough action, oh no he don't.
If only you couild jump in his skin
And see what's inside of his brain,
You'd see plainly that he thinks against the grain.
They say he's smarter than anyone in this room,
And one might as well agree:
He's the saucy man, and is so to the -nth degree.

He's a man of many minds,
Of various thoughts and things.
He's a virtuoso of comedic symphonies.
He's a man of many moods as well,
And when people don't understand, it's okay.
He'll continue to write if they'll just go away,
This individual, this saucy man at 63.