He was The Dude with the Handsome Face
But dressed to the nines in satin and lace
And his shoes they were all shiny and white
But then he was found all dead one night
He had no name, nor identifying marks
No scars at all, nor callous, nor sparks
Nothing about him had caused a stir
Except what was absent stood out like a blur
Without a past, and no family or friend
He lay in the morgue with his questionable end
No one knew, or even noticed The Dude
And the clues fast faded by the multitude
But then someone found in his coat pocket
Half a scrap, or a piece of a docket
The broken words had made no sense
And he became just The Dude, now past tense
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