James Olsson
 I'm a ripple chested Rambo who can press three-eighty-five,
and a lady lovin' linguist with the sweetest tongue alive(!)
...ride a hyperactive Harley that'll do one-fifty-two
(that's a close approximation of my verified I.Q.)
I'm a lumberjackin' giant with a husky muscled frame,
got a hotty Maserati and a front seat at the game.
I'm a rockabilly rancher, yet still humble and demure,
...got a rising reputation as a ramblin' raconteur.
Got a sashay to my saunter in a manly sort of way,
got a cellar full of vino, mostly ancient cabernet.
Got a mansion in the Hamptons, got a house up in the hills,
got an Ivy League accountant who gets paid to pay my bills.
I'm an ex- Olympic athlete with a closet full of gold,
even though I'm pushing fifty people think I'm half as old.
I'm descended from the bloodlines of a hundred kings on high,
if I had to state a weakness, well, I have been known to lie.
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This is actually a selection called "All Dat" from my anthology Grieves of Lass available as a free download at Phoobones dot com. Interests: Poetry, Photography, Art, Astronomy, Maritime/Nautical, History, Religion, Philosophy, Law, Did I Mention Poetry?
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Freelance: Yes |
