A Satisfied Bloke (A Chantey) Poem by Talile Ali

A Satisfied Bloke
(a chantey)

I'm lusty and crusty and nobody cares
I walk around town in me old under ware
I laugh at the people who pass by as jokes
Lookin' for a matey who won't have a stroke

My head is all whimsy and I'm full of rye
I prefer the truth than a bunch of ol' lies
For seventy years being chased with such glee
I'm chasing the young ones, all happy and free

You see me at parties and down at the bar
I am the one drinking and can't see too far
So if you are twenty and feel up to it
we'll walk to my car and we'll both act like twits

So hardy har har and a how do you do
My life is a party of pitchin' some woo
You may ridicule me and think I'm a mook
But I'll go out dancing, a satisfied bloke

Talile Ali 2013