The age old story
by cricketjeff on December 3, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
She was blind to imperfections,
and he had a few of those
Just one more of her selections
he was “her” down to his toes
She would always say she needed
men with honesty and wit
Her libido never heeded
when she met another shit
She would laugh about her choices
and admit she was a fool
Then she’d hear some inner voices
shouting “never mind that rule,
He is built just where it matters
and I need him in my bed
Never mind the way he chatters
I’ll do talking when I’m dead”
I’ve no answers to her questions
“why do I respond this way”
I could make a few suggestions
but they’re not what I should say
I’m as guilty as the next man
can’t resist a pretty face
Don’t think I’m an oversexed man
but I’d like to win the chase
Darwin spoke of variations
little changes that appeal
Making small accommodations
to the way our partners feel
So it can’t be too amazing
humankind is on the ropes
Both the sexes do their grazing
in a field that’s full of dopes!
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