Oh! One shouldn’t pour scorn, on the thought of a prawn.
Being the promiscuous type.
Well most creatures in life, will take more than one wife.
Without ceremonial hype.
So the prawn it is said, can be quite good in bed.
Though can be stopped by a raging headache.
But nine times out of ten, he’ll be asked back again.
And it’s not for the coffee he makes.
Well this elegant chap, doesn’t need to bait traps.
To capture “La Femme” in his life.
With style and panache, to his side they all dash.
All hoping to become his wife.
Now think to yourself, with all his sexual wealth.
What more can this conqueror crave.
Well a car or a coat, or a voice in his throat.
Or maybe a night on the rave
But what he wants most, and to this he will boast.
The success rate though makes him feel blue.
It’s not wealth or fame, not even winning a game.
But not to end as a prawn vindaloo.
