Zowee, another one?

Yikes, this one's a weird one. Still kinda funny... not sure if I like the last half of it though... *shudders* You think this is weird stuff?? Wait until you see more of my err... experimental poetry!


Gnarly

there was a gnarly man
(or was it narley?)
who tanned on the beach daily
groovin' to the music on his player.
he was not a surfing man
but a jamming man
always strumming his guitar
pretending to be Henderson
like he came from the sixties
or something
but he was too young
to have ever been a hippy man.

he had the look of an oven- roasted beatle,
potato crisped skin, shaded brown eyes,
blue-boiled blood.
the jam man sat on his green and white
striped beach towel, farcing
the tune to "Poker Dynamo" hoping
to attract ladies like a swarm of flies
to raspberry jelly but instead
gnarly jam-man played them away,
with a tear in his eye, reciting the lyrics
"...playing the wild-card,
being a wild card, keeping all the winnings
'cause I am the Poker Dynamo,
I am the Poker Dynamo,
the legendary Poker Dynamo..."