The Man in the Moon: Anthology of Poems by Sam Cullingworth - HTML preview

Dead buff

I've been told I look "buff" by

a nice piece of "fluff".

My heads swell,

you can tell

from my trousers.

She says " Wowzers!"

I stare at her muff,

whilst trying to look tough.

"Yeah I know." Is my reply,

nonchalantly staring

at the sky.

She looks me in the eye.

I quake inwardly, I won't let her

see me shake.

"Are you being funny?"

"Of course not Honey."

Heh heh. I'm too cool,

too cool for school.

I'm so hip, I can't see

over my pelvis, I look

better than Elvis.

So cool, my beer would

be frozen, I feel like I am

the Chosen.

Being buff doesn't have

to be tough, you could even

be  a  puff .

It doesn't matter, ignore

the chatter. Be yourself,

that gives you true wealth.