Calypso 4

The unsung hero saunters down the street
His snooker cue and case, a "Sneaky Pete."
Unsheathed, its action brings uncommon delight.
A dream come true, best hid, kept out of sight.
Improbable? But true! He is discrete.

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It is no weapon of mass destruction
Just an instrument for love in action.
Lovely seaside girls call him from the beach
Teach us some jazz, they giggle each to each.
And so to him they while, love's distraction.

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The hero goes on his solitary quest
To those gals on the beach, he sings his best.
They listen; their cotton flowing dresses--
Tempting him with their mouths, legs, tresses.
His hope, his life a gape, at all their rest.

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His song from Brazil, a bossa nova
Astrud Gilberto's air "Ipanema."
Seductive Getz on the high saxaphone
The girls draw in tight to that sweet fine tone
Calling, "Hey, handsome, you're hot! Come over!"