There was a man whose name was Dick;
Don’t ever be like him.
His tone was rude; his tongue was quick;
You’d never call him prim;
He always called a spade a spade—
Unvarnished was his truth—
To argue, he was unafraid,
And had been since his youth.
Opponents claimed that Dick was mean
(Of course, he did not care;
Just one more chance to vent his spleen,
To argue, and to swear)
They came up with a special plan
As smooth as it was slick
They started to dismiss the man
And blamed it all on Dick.
There also was another guy
I think his name was Stan
Who had it in his mind to try
And be a nicer man;
He argued smartly; argued well,
So cogently and brightly
And always (so the stories tell)
He argued so politely!
But those with whom he argued saw
In Stan, a different sort;
A Stan they’d mostly made of straw
To pick apart, for sport
They knew that Stanley disagreed—
Politeness didn’t stick—
The disagreement’s all they need
To label him a Dick.
Ok, I’ll bite.This is my first time on this site,And I may not be too clever.So at risk of seeming uninformed,Illiterate or whatever.I have to ask who is this man?Who the hell is Stan?
Alan–In the great tradition of asking one's muse for a name which fits one's rhyme and meter (and receiving that name–thanks, muse!), Stan is simply Not Dick.
Stan is Somebody That Acts Nicely.
Perfect, JSW!
Funny poem! You may not agree, but I think that many reasonable and intelligent people may be dismissing Dick, whereas a smaller number of close minded and stupid people will be thinking that Stan is really a dick.