If I ever have a car and in luxury, invest in it with plates of vanity,
They will proclaim my lovely car's name: "Freddie" the Mercury.
If I ever go to sea with a cook and a crew and need a man to make a suit for a sailor,
I shall know on whom to call: in my hour of need I shall call on Roger the Taylor.
If I ever mother a church's high official, who many saints and sinners have been seeking,
You may bet your bottom dollar I've already named him John so he'll be known as Good John the Deacon.
If I ever marry a wishy-washy man who can't decide what to do or what to say
And you ask about my husband, if he'll take to this or that, my answer will be easy: Brian may.
Thank you guys! Here you go Flashman:
Old Flash was a talented fellow
Liked to think of himself as a stud
He'd prove he was not old or mellow
And all skeptics he'd nip in the bud
For ladies he always had charm:
His charisma they could not resist
With one or two on each arm
Once started, he'd never desist
The gentle sex did not like haste
But a steady, expirianced man
A chap with well-seasoned taste
He was no Flash in the pan
*Bows low*
My dear, you know the way to a chap's bed, I mean heart.
May I suggest an extra verse?:-
There was an old cove named Flash,
Who all the ladies were desperate to pash,
There's no finer mount,
But keep a close count,
As he'll probably make off with your cash.