There is a lonely old man <br />and he is a real Hope-er <br />which all the girls know <br />as Mr. Groper <br /> <br />he is kind of weird <br />he's fat on one side <br />and all he wants to do is grab <br />grab a body <br /> <br />as he enters the bar <br />all the Girls adjust there bum <br />they can smell him from afar <br />he is certainly an Oddy <br /> <br />as he moves in for the kill <br />he slides up close, real close <br />the girls start to feel a little ill <br />his hands come out and his face really glows <br /> <br />Mr. Groper does what he knows best <br />Grope, grope grope and grope <br />the ladies have no hope <br />and they have a hard time, can't cope <br /> <br />So Mr. Groper your days are numbered <br />the girls are getting wise <br />they all got together, Mr. Groper your outnumbered! ! <br />To Groper this was a big surprise <br />his day's of groping are over <br />now he just wonders, known now as the Rover<br /><br />David Darbyshire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mr-groper/
