Real Men Wear Pink

I stand about five feet eight I'll admit, I'm a tad overweight Drive an old pick up truck Not one to pass the buck At the moment have a dog for a mate Dropped out of school at eighteen Got married in a pair of old jeans A father of four When I sleep, I snore When angered been known to get mean I grew up huntin' and fishin' Done more than my share of wishin' Been in a few fights Know I'm not always right For my age, still in decent condition In my life, I've worked many hard jobs Its been said, "I'm rough as a cob" I've smoked and drank Spent time in the tank And never, not once, did I sob I also love being outside My old skin is weathered and dried Still play in the dirt Cuss when I'm hurt But I do have a softer side Poetry, I read and I write These days, prefer music to be lite Love trees and flowers Warm spring showers And swinging on stars at night I like women who like to hold hands Take moonlight walks on the sand Curves excite me Whispers invite me A good listener who tries to understand I wash dishes, do laundry and floors Clean bathrooms, wash walls and doors I'm a pretty good cook Without a cookbook To be honest, don't mind household chores Just so you're perfectly clear I've traveled from there to here Simple but complex Know love's more than sex And on occasion I cry manly tears Yes sometimes I even wear pink Wear cologne to make sure I don't stink Write poems about birds Use everyday words And I don't give a damn what you think! by Daniel Turner