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THE ‘MAN' SYNDROME!They're in the barbers every week, For a little trim, It's not as if they've any hair, MEN! You just can't win! Buying expensive gear, Shirts and ties and such, While we women are so shrewd, MEN! They're just too much! Sloping off to the pub, And on the way, having a bet… And asking us for a sub! Men! Well we're stuck with what we get! When man was made, it was a mistake, God did it all in jest, For he corrected himself…with WOMEN! Cos he knew we were the best! So look on them with pity, girls, And know, within our heart, We are the perfect icons, For with wisdom, God did impart. He gave us such a brain, That we can surely say, We are the ruler of MEN, So it really is o.k.. And when we walk by a barbers, Or a bookies or two, Remember, we are the superior, For God knew what to do. And also, girls, remember, No matter how bad things seem, We rule the men, though they don't know, So we'll leave them to their dream! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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