A SPANIARD NAMED CHARLIE

He played the euphonium in a high-school band
The instrument, the trombone he did reprimand
He found the tone quite annoying and nasal
Performing at football games was absolutely anal
He continually could not learn a formation
Leaving him speechless in total desolation
Was a beautiful Tenor, sang like James Nabors
But from the maidens he received no favors.
Hated the voice of Mr. John Lee Hooker
Maybe for a nun he was a fine good looker
Wasn’t too flabbergasted from Modern Jazz
Hated to be called by the nickname Chas
If you were a fan of Mr. Eric Burdon
You were suspicious of drinking hard bourbon
He was a prince from the house of Osborne
A fine trimmed vest was what to be worn.
This Spaniard was given the name Charlie
He avoided any drink made from barley
Never embraced the island of Reggae
The rhythms left his head in total disarray
The action of delinquents made him forlorn
Was a sensitive sissy since the day he was born
Screamed in frustration because of Bob Marley
And emptied the tires of Hell’s Angels’ Harleys
God bless him he was a rambunctious vigilante
Always stealing cookies from his mother’s pantry
He blew his lid over every cocky wise guy
Known to deliver a punch resulting in a black eye
Bottled up an anger and cooking with vengeance
Trying to correct all wrong with a grievous penance
Never could be caught with irresponsibility
Wasn’t very gifted with his style of inflexibility
High pressure was his key to testosterone
Exercising while slurping a melting ice-cream cone
Long lost his sense of cooperation and a collective
Never was there idleness or time to be reflective
Played Basketball because of his towering height
Slam dunking creating commotion and needless fright
Oh this Spaniard was a gentleman with suspenders
Pulling them up not resembling a doubtful pretender
Wanted to create fear with his boisterous nature
He proudly invented his own style of nomenclature
His entire manner would appear to be somewhat ludicrous
Especially if he felt all was senseless and absurdly superfluous
Subjective with no ability to see the way of others
Only his perceptive wouldn’t be stilled and smothered.
Pointing his fingers vehemently as what should disappear
Was terribly jealous of the vocal talents from a Gondolier
He was never truly cherished and given the love he needed
Hence he was became discontent and depression proceeded.
Soon he will be a directionless soul sadly lost and impaired.
Searching for acceptance; twisted and irreparably despaired.