Treasure Island

Michael Pruchnicki


Mister Mac


Mr Mac started every class with a joke
He charmed us with his wit and Irish brogue
Really he was a narrowback from Canaryville
He taught in a high school on the West Side

Sure, he charmed us with wit and a brogue
He seduced many a lass with that tongue
He taught at Cermak Tech on the West Side
Mr Mac outdid Don Juan and his tribe

He seduced both moms and lasses with wit
His love notes scored a ten with females
Mr Mac put to shame young Romeos
His wife and kids were left on their own

He bedded females young and old with a wink
They fell for his good looks and his charm
Wife and kids were obstacles to be overcome
Teaching kids all about sex was his thing

He was a decent man, he proclaimed
But he was just a narrowback from Canaryville
Hell's bells! Abstaining from sex wasn't his thing!
Mr Mac started every day with a fucking joke!

Submitted: Saturday, March 01, 2008

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