Big Luke Poem by Francis Duggan

Big Luke



Big Luke he believes his own stories in his own mind he is in sporting renown
And he is worthy of the dubious title of the most self deluded man in the town
As a young man he was a track athlete though he never did win a race
In the low grade races he took part in he never once did run a place
Though none at the pub do believe him with his stories they go along
They tell him how great he must have been he ought to be honored in song
And he being a sucker for flattery believe them when to him they do say
That he must have been a great athlete way back there when in his prime day
Luke a grand dad in his early sixties his wife Kate left him years ago
It is said that she could not put up with his bragging what it is said well may be so
Just one of many who like to sing his own praises his problem he believes his own lies
Every story of his sporting achievements to another one always gives rise
He is number one at self praising in the local bar and the football club
The big Luke types nowadays are not unusual there are a few in every pub.

Monday, December 18, 2017
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