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The Mullet Man


With a smile on his face

And a gap between is teeth

He walks happily along

Stroking his long, flowing black hair.

Six foot two and rippled he is.

His speech almost unintelligible

It is definitely unintelligent.


His white tee shirt is dirtied

And the pits are soaked in sweat.

A hard working guy

That Mullet Man is.


As he strolls along with his wife,

Who also happens to be his cousin,

You notice his carefree attitude.

And you think to yourself,

The one day and for one day only,

You would want to be the Mullet Man.