Cousin Clyde

Cousin Clyde spent much of his time
Walking up and down the street
He never failed to whistle
At every pretty girl he'd meet
Cousin Clyde was quite a bit different
From any man we ever knew
He loved all the pretty women
Yey he was afraid of them too
A girl once flirted with Clyde
He was a rather good-looking man
That scared him out of his wits
And he turned around and ran
Clyde wrote so many girls letters
None of them ever replied
It just wasn't to be
That Clyde would have a bride.

poem by Joy Thacker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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