His nom de plume is Trailer Trash.
I get the vibe he’s short of cash.
He has one kid or maybe more,
An ex who hightailed out the door,
He writes, and jokes, and thinks, and curses,
Much better than I pen these verses.
He sometimes feels sad, and cross, and counts his woes.
How can this be? He has a happy nose!
With charming honker and such witty, well-turned prose,
A cuddlesome, clever, and devoted wench can’t be far behind –
Or so predicts the faux-fur gypsy Madame Rose.
With apologies to Trailer Trash and his nose. Sorry. I just LIKE noses like that.
Nearly done…phew, won’t eat THAT again!