A Spaniard Named Charlie

He played the euphonium in a high-school band The instrument, the trombone he did reprimand He found the tone quite annoying and nasal Performing at football games was absolutely anal He continually could not learn a formation Leaving him speechless in total desolation Was a beautiful Tenor, sang like James Nabors But from the maidens he received no favors. Hated the voice of Mr. John Lee Hooker Maybe for a nun he was a fine good looker Wasn't too flabbergasted from Modern Jazz Hated to be called by the nickname Chas If you were a fan of Mr. Eric Burdon You were suspicious of drinking hard bourbon He was a prince from the house of Osborne A fine trimmed vest was what to be worn. This Spaniard was given the name Charlie He avoided any drink made from barley Never embraced the island of Reggae The rhythms left his head in total disarray The action of delinquents made him forlorn Was a sensitive sissy since the day he was born Screamed in frustration because of Bob Marley And emptied the tires of Hell's Angels' Harleys God bless him he was a rambunctious vigilante Always stealing cookies from his mother's pantry He blew his lid over every cocky wise guy Known to deliver a punch resulting in a black eye Bottled up an anger and cooking with vengeance Trying to correct all wrong with a grievous penance Never could be caught with irresponsibility Wasn't very gifted with his style of inflexibility High pressure was his key to testosterone Exercising while slurping a melting ice-cream cone Long lost his sense of cooperation and a collective Never was there idleness or time to be reflective Played Basketball because of his towering height Slam dunking creating commotion and needless fright Oh this Spaniard was a gentleman with suspenders Pulling them up not resembling a doubtful pretender Wanted to create fear with his boisterous nature He proudly invented his own style of nomenclature His entire manner would appear to be somewhat ludicrous Especially if he felt all was senseless and absurdly superfluous Subjective with no ability to see the way of others Only his perceptive wouldn't be stilled and smothered. Pointing his fingers vehemently as what should disappear Was terribly jealous of the vocal talents from a Gondolier He was never truly cherished and given the love he needed. Hence he insecurely became discontent and depression proceeded. Soon he will be a directionless soul sadly lost and impaired. Searching for acceptance; twisted and irreparably despaired.