He's always asking questions
When he's at a social scene.
He idolizes Sherlock Holmes
And the famous Ellory Queen.
He studies people curiously
From their head down to their shoes,
As if he were solving a crime
And intent to find some clues.
If you look at his hip pocket
You'll see a magnifying glass,
He tries to act as if he's cool
But you can tell he has no class.
He drinks beyond his limit,
He's obnoxious and quite loud,
He tries to get attention
When he's amidst a crowd.
When the band begins to play
Your sure to see him dance,
And it's not uncommon
For him to dropp his pants.
Sun glasses protect his reddened eyes
His hat and shirt say FBI
He's a, 'Full Blown Idiot'
He surely ain't no spy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fun poem... tod... a great idea for a poem...10