7.3 - Generosity
I'm not a handsome fellow.
Shave only once a week.
My face to face a mirror
Gave me a crave to shriek.
No flirt. No fling. No fluky.
How do I get a date?
The girls don't fancy spooky.
No pukey renegade.
I didn't want to bother.
I wanted paradise.
That's why I asked my mother.
She gave me this advice:
"Cute disappears when lights go off.
Good character is prime.
Be friendly, helpful, patient.
You have to give it time."
She wrote this on my T-shirt:
"I'm generous and kind.
Look through the ugly fabric
And see what you will find."
I wore the shirt for ages.
My sympathy-campaign
Showed up on many stages,
In every state, in vain.
The only ones who spoke to me
Were beggars, full of dirt.
They begged my generosity
'Till I gave them my shirt.