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Any and all Men,
if you are within sight of this poem
or the sound of my voice. 
When you get home tonight, please be polite.  
It is not my intention to start a fight. 
But ask your lover based on your sexual 
performance to date.  
what grade from an A to F do you rate? 
Making the grade 
For some men, getting laid is already hard. 
But what if ladies, men had to show a report card. 
Let’s say the Law requires  any man you meet,  
for the first time.  
Married or single, deaf dumb and blind.  
Must show you his report card.  
How many would have an A.   
How many would you send away.
Most men if you ask them think they’re at least a B. 
So, to me it is plain to see,  
from cheerleader to truck driver most if not all women, 
are always an A+ 
Not just their cup sizes or plus sizes. 
Not talking about Big Beautiful women,  
the one's with more cushion for the pushing. (I like them too.) 
Not talking about the tall and sexy  
Amazon's with more butt than Breast. 
(The one's you like to watch undress) 
I'm talking about women who make love. 
Women who can perform above and beyond the norm.
Women you want to be stuck with in a snow storm. 
Like they graduated from the Sex education academy. 
But no!   This is... about men, men with a in God we trust A+ 
A man's ability to keep a woman happy  
will reflect on his report card. 
It can't be that hard, but in case it is.   
It would be against the law for men  to trade, 
fake or falsify their report cards.   
This is breaking the golden rule. 
If caught he will be sent back to
Sex Education school.

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