Poem: A clumsy old guy like me

Poem: A clumsy old guy like me

Would you like to polka, With a clumsy old guy like me. We can dance around, And kinda twirl, And you can be, My clumsy girl, With me. My clumsy old girl, With me. . It’s a Saturday night, In Minnesota, When shapes of all sizes, And ages gather around, At the local tavern, For some local tavern sound, For some local tavern sound. Shots and beer, Girls sittin’ on laps, Shots and beer, Girls sittin’ on laps. For everyone but me, For everyone but m…