Dave
Collar turned up, usual style,
Clothes and hair that’s the latest,
In the best possible taste,
Fashion that’s all the rave,
That’s my modern mate Dave.
He looks a bit shifty, I guess,
A bit of a wide-boy, if I’m honest,
Thriving on ducking and diving,
But his company I always crave –
That’s my magic mate Dave.
Never sure just what he does,
Or how he makes any money,
Deceiving, bobbing and weaving.
Dismisses it all with a wave,
That’s my murky mate Dave.
He comes and he goes,
Seeing a man about a dog,
Dubious trades, not sure if they’re legal.
Fortune favours the brave:
That’s my moody mate Dave.
That’s the way he lives his life:
Trading, selling, bits of this and that,
Import, export, the usual stuff,
That’s how he’ll go to his grave -
My mysterious mate Dave.
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