Sunday, 10 April 2011
Struck on the head by an oar, resulted in brain damage for the salesman bore.
Awestruck, he remembered little of his ordeal, but struck back—
Striking oar deals at national exhibitions of rowing implements,
Making his fortune, which is awesome for some oars.
In his leisure, his pleasure involves life jackets and whores,
Perversely, Orson Welles’ movies are things he abhors.
To pull a stroke on him would be dim, despite his damaged brain,
For those who’ve tried have found there’s nothing to gain,
They’re up the creek without a paddle,
Or else they find their lot is just self-inflicted pain.
Meanwhile the wealthy salesman has his very own private-charter plane!