WARNING: The following poem is a figment of the author's imagination and deals with fictional characters.....FAITHFUL MEN! ;) (THIS IS FOR FUN, MEN, SO DON'T GO AND GET ALL HUFFY AND PUFFY ON ME!) Fickle, fickle…men are fickle Get the women in a pickle Sweet talk, sweet talk…how they tickle Treat a treasure like a nickle Chat up, chat up, and then lie Sugared bites of ego pie Flirty, flirty….brew a storm Dissipate just like the norm Riding, riding on her wave Naughty, naughty to the grave Feel up, feel up where he can Make her think that he's a….MAN Swagger, swagger, what a sight! Thinks he carries...."dynamite" ;) Tries to see how far he'll get Up to third base is his bet Fickle fickle, fizzle….POP Mess with me, I’ll make it drop! Eileen Manassian Ghali A repost. My Muse is still on holiday in Greece. Can't write for the life of me....but I miss community. So...here it goes...