The fame and glory of David Caruso

Oh David is a little man
With ego oh so big
A wrinkled, ginger facial thing
And eyes just like a pig
He doesn't act - he cannot act
In whispered monotones
He thinks the gals are magnetised
By David pheromones
And when he stands with hands on hips
And Ray-Bans on his face
I wonder if he really is
Part of the human race...?

Poem courtesy of LoL on: http://rogaroundablog.blogspot.com/2007/08/ho-ratio.html

G R E A T  poem.  Very artsy!!!!