'Tis I, the better man by far,
to put my finger in the cookie jar.
My only life, I chose to risk it
for a cookie or a biscuit,
as a madwoman in the house
places traps best meant for mouse.
A lesser man might linger
on a missing thumb or finger,
but a man like me (a macho brute)
celebrates a cookie, down the chute.
Dippin' dips a little too cheesy
With some chips a little too greasy
I'm hoping it will pass
With some high octane gas
Nope, I'm running number two easy
All the women look at Mister Macho Man
as he flexes his muscles
and cracks his knuckles
while working on his tan.
Mister Macho Man is always at the center of attention
wherever he goes.
Needless to say that all his peers and foes
have to settle for rejection.
But despite all of the cheers,
he is not happy
and often even feels crappy
because of his growing fears.
His biggest worry
is that he'll eventually become furry
and lose face
in the race.
The chauvinist, is not "Man"
is a hilarious gas
that inflates a meat puppet...!
Without reason or judgment...
Macho Man gave Pirate Queen snickers
So she turned loose her boot lickers
Then it got worse
she made him a purse
Forced Macho Man to wear her pink Knickers
He catches evildoers in his sturdy claws
That's what they get for breaking all those laws
Crime fighting crustacean without a pause
Binding crooks with pincers is such a worthy cause
He lives in a giant seashell in the briny deep
Then bursts upon the scene wherever evil creeps
When a robbery's in progress,he is there with a leap
Bringing villains to justice, so we can safely sleep
I save my love in the cave
Where she roams free
Shoving aside the pride of the stave
Whose tentacles disagree
With the quality and quantity of care
Love demands in return for expanding horizons
In which she’s the key player whose flair
Dominates and dictates the zones
In which she receives affection in return
For the affection she bestows on me
To pour tons of affection into the urn
Where I’m forever indebted to see
Vast amounts of affection that nourish
Several critical aspects
Of emotional nutrients which burnish
The love I save from suspects
Too keen to take to flight
At the earliest demand love makes to protect her sanctity
In the face of the slight and plight
She lands sometimes when the care quantity
She gains proves too little
To justify sacrifices love makes to comfort
Me despite the brittle
Vase I inadvertently crush in the fort
Where love hides the heart so often misunderstood
In contexts so complex
Brave love feels it’s high time she vacated the neighbourhood
Where partners find reasons their macho muscles to flex.
I’m a long-legged guy,
A macho man, if you will,
Tho still I fell for Little Blue Eyes,
When on the highway I was drawn
Into a Little Town church,
To give thanks for spared hurts
And wrecks when a truck driver drives.
There I met a tiny little girl that made my world,
As real as the road singing songs.
She made my ham and eggs,
And filled brown lunch bags with love--
And prayed.
The years went by and
When I was gone,
She studied and prayed and
Made us a home.
Now I’ve hung up the trucker’s gloves,
And hold her bare hands, giving my love
To the studies that made her a preacher.
She serves the Lord and I serve her,
Those blue eyes watch her man hear her sermons
For her tiny body holds a heart
Big enough for the both of us,
God and the mellowed macho man.
Two hot "hat" contests on the soup
one for women and the other for men group,
just the name of the hats are original and funny
implying the two genders a-hem anatomy,
They both have axes to grind you can tell
they want you to rant and get mad as hell,
saying I'm from Venus while he's from Mars
while chasing each other to be feathered and tarred,
What they really both need is Aretha Franklin
singing out of respect for each sex over the din,
having them hold hands while she belts out her tune
R-E-S-P-E-C-T she will loudly croon,
Then they'll be huge hugs all around
both sexes hanging up their hats grooving to the sound,
Aretha being awarded for the Nobel Peace Prize
with no more I want to kill you looks in their eyes,
Just some poking fun from me
it doesn't matter if you disagree or agree,
what you'll vent about will be interesting
just hope it doesn't start WW3! :)
5-14-17
Nacho
Nacho Man
Nacho
Nacho Man
Baby you know that I am Nacho Man
We are the Macho poets
We like football
We eat steak
Yes, we are the macho poets
We battle for better poetry
With a punch like Rocky Marciano
Yes, we are the Macho poets
We are the hard driving poets
We are the truck driving poets
We are the macho poets
Active macho sperm told the passive egg
I am turned on darling eggie are you on the rag?
Eggie smiled and tumbled
Sperm's bollocks are bumbled
Eve pinched Adam's bum, " your dizzy balls sag".
Macho Man Sydrome
Women may have PMS,
But men have MMS
Macho Man Syndome
Not all men have this,
Plenty do and it makes life seem hard to exist
From Oil in Iraq
To Blood Diamond in Sierra Leone
Sooner or Later, Mother Earth will tell you
“Leave me the heck alone!”
Will you listen?
Of course not,
She'd have to glue your men together
Gray clouds with a dirty mist will make you surrender
When her eyes glaze at you
Maybe you'll realize there'll be no you
When it's through
C hristopher, my name
H e is a strong man, they claim
R ugged, fearless, on my toes as always
I n the mighty palms of wits, my core lays
S urvival of the fittest and fit is Christopher!
T hen why does my heart often sob like a girl?
O h! I shouldn’t have said that! It’ll now spoil my image
P seudo-strong is my heart, trapped in a fragile cage
H elpless I feel when those emotions enclose me
E yes shed tears, speak the lingo of poetry
R egardless, Christopher is my name. I am strong, they claim!
Macho Bee had a really big stinger.
Lady Bird, when aroused, was a singer.
When they heard her loud COO,
all the wood creatures knew
that first date must have been a humdinger!
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