You may be stiff as a poker
There may be great strength in your slacks
But if you're a card, it's a joker
Surrounded by clickety claques
Each Harry, each Dick, and each Tom is
A hungry young bucket of lust
But you are a lick and a promise
With a boom that looks ready to bust
You came as the great Casanova
Baring your body and soul
But now that your run-up is over
We doubt we'll be vaulting your poll
So are you our gender's defenders
Or counting your way round the clock?
Or are you the greatest pretenders
And talking a load of old cock?