A man isn’t really fussy
He’s generally just care free
A pair of jeans and a bobbled shirt
That usually does it for me
But some men are being taken over
Their creating dilemmas of their own
Trying on various eye piercing shirts
Then do nothing but tut and moan
Trying on a hundred pairs of shoes
Which seems pointless in my view
Because unless your born near Chernobyl
There’s only enough room for two
And then there’s the endless brylcream
All foaming and slightly wet crap
Slapping it down and shaping it up
I prefer water from out of a tap
Where’s the casual look gone
The look that’s says you just don’t care
That age old practice of the male species
Now replaced by what to wear