Fickle Fickle - For Every Man In a Pickle

WARNING: The following poem is a figment of the author's imagination and deals with fictional characters.....WOMEN! ;) (THIS IS FOR FUN, GIRLS, SO DON'T GO AND GET ALL HUFFY AND PUFFY ON ME!) Fickle Fickle - For Every Man in a Pickle Fickle fickle…. Broads are fickle Get a man into a pickle Sweet talk sweet talk…. Yes they tickle Treat us lower than a nickle Chat up chat up does belie Gives us bites of ego pie Flirty flirty… grows the storm Disappears like the norm Riding riding is her wave Naughty naughty to her grave Touch up touch up where she can Making sure that he’s a man Swish and sway, what a sight Thinking she is dynamite Tries to see how far he’ll go Gets to third base, she says no Fickle fickle, fizzle…. Strop Mess with me, I’ll make you stop. In Response to Auntie Eileen Ghali For her Fickle Fickle poem