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10 men walk across a stage(10 monkeys jumping on the bed crossover with Taming of the Shrew)

10 men walk across a stage  
the first wore a suit, distinguished with age  
he was tall, exerted power like a lion.  
The judge knew in an instant, he would leave her cryin.  
 
Dismissed! she shouted from her seat.  
The man looked in shock, he never had been beat.  
Then 9 males remained on the platform.  
Next looked like strength in a perfect storm  
a vision of sam hunt, she'd let him "take her time"  
but when he spoke, he began to whine.  
 
Dismissed she said. I dont like complainers, they annoy me too much.  
Let's move along, and see the rest of this yuppy bunch.  
8 young men looked terrified.  
Their confidence was shot, after knockin down their pride.  
 
The next, was a construction worker.  
He had strong arms, and lips she'd want to kiss her.  
But he too, was not good enough.  
You're too short she said. But you look tough.  
He was belittled, in the very front of line  
Don't worry, she said, another girl youll find..  
 
So stood stock still, 7 more soldiers  
still waiting on, the Senoritas orders.  
The next man, had skin that'd been sun-kissed.  
You know i hate the beach, you too are dismissed.  
 
6 more to be seen, she was on a roll.  
The next one was too fat, but seemed a kind soul.  
With lust in her eyes, she said...you are not the winner.  
But you sure as hell, need to lay off them chicken dinners.  
The man was horrified, she could be so rude.  
He gazed beside him to the next guy and said, good luck dude.  
 
5 men stood within her vision.  
The next was too scrawny, tatted up like he'd come from prison.  
How dare you think, i would even consider...  
No offense mam, you too need to lay off those chicken dinners.  
 
Fire burned behind her brown orbs.  
Off with his head! hang him by a cord!  
By this point, only 4 were left, the next with Trump-like attire  
She said, you're too bald. You sir are fired!  
 
 By this time the room, was a bit tense,  
 Next came a welder, who said in his defense.  
 Look here Senorita, this aint no meat market.  
 Look out! said man number 2 or you'll be her next target.  
 An arrow from a crossbow, flew right by his head.  
 Excuse me sir, what was that you said?  
 
Number 2, see he was a mechanic  
and he knew when women didn't run right. He need not to panic.  
He straightened up his posture, looked her in the eye.  
Look here, lil sassy pants imma make you cry.  
 
Take you over my knee, like John Wayne.  
I can be your Petruchio, If you dont stop this game.  
So he ceased to speak and then...  
He tossed her over his shoulder and they were never seen again.  
 
He saved the poor last sap... who was eternally grateful.  
 
In the end-A woman can be your enemy or your best friend
Written by ElleCole
Published | Edited 29th Oct 2015
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