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Fat Sam's Part II

He said he was a Super Hero
Travelled here from afar
Predestined to meet just me
In Fat Sam's Galactic Bar.
He was very strangely dressed
In a shabby old black overcoat
Reaching down to his ankles
And buttoned to the throat.
He was working on his costume
He said so he'd get it just right,
But he just wouldn't be wearing
His Y fronts over long blue tights.
In fact he was embarrassed,
Didn't mean to be rude,
But underneath his overcoat
He was completely in the nude.
And he was having difficulty
Just realising all his powers;
Currently he was a wiz
At growing lethal flowers.
He supped his Guinness silently,
Said we'll meet again I think,
And from across that bar
Gave me a parting wink.
And before I could react
He winked at me once more
And with a flourish of his coat
Vanished swiftly through the door.
I dialled another cold drink
And drank it with a deep sigh;
They always seemed to pick on me
And  I always wondered why.
Fat Sam's Galactic Bar is amazing
And all my visits really are a treat,
But one never ever really knows
Just what nutters one may meet.

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