THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT
THAT FELLOW

by
Ed Pickford
  I'm a mild and easygoing chap
A friendly wave, a smile a quip a laugh
As I meander on through life
I avoid all the strife
That can so easily fall into one's lap
But now and again I really must declare
I feel a certain coldness in the air
When confronted by some stranger
Like some dog in a manger
I'm often heard to stop and then declare:

There's something about that fellow I just don't like
There's something about that fellow I just don't like
I can't put my finger on it but you can depend upon it
There's something about that fellow I just don't like.

The other Friday night I came home early
To my surprise there in the living room
Was the pools man who usually called on Thursdays
Being entertained by my wife June
They both seemed surprised and shocked to see me
They were doing some sort of aerobics on the floor
The pools man gave a scream and turned quite ashen
As he vaulted over the sofa by the door
As he ran down the path and through the gateway
In his boxer shorts and vest of matching red
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