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Real Men Caffeinate
Real Men Caffeinate
I ask her, “Why do you scowl
Every time you serve me?
When your eyes close
Those styled eyelashes point down
As if I’d made a faux pas
Like did you bleach your hair
To make it so frizzy?”
She replies, “You have committed
The cardinal sin for a man in my eyes.
You are one of my decafe customers.
I can tolerate that from women
Females after all are naturally perked
For we are of the catty breed but
Real men drink caffeine.”
I say, “I bet boxers
Who need a good night’s sleep
Before entering the ring
On occasion go decafe.”
“There are compensations in life
And exceptions. So if you pumped iron
I might forgive your Shirley Temple coffee.”
“I’ll have a latte with a double shot of espresso.
Don’t be stingy baby.”
She says, “You even threw in a Garbo line.
Ooh la la, monsieur,
you can stomach a stout brew after all.”
I ask her, “Why do you scowl
Every time you serve me?
When your eyes close
Those styled eyelashes point down
As if I’d made a faux pas
Like did you bleach your hair
To make it so frizzy?”
She replies, “You have committed
The cardinal sin for a man in my eyes.
You are one of my decafe customers.
I can tolerate that from women
Females after all are naturally perked
For we are of the catty breed but
Real men drink caffeine.”
I say, “I bet boxers
Who need a good night’s sleep
Before entering the ring
On occasion go decafe.”
“There are compensations in life
And exceptions. So if you pumped iron
I might forgive your Shirley Temple coffee.”
“I’ll have a latte with a double shot of espresso.
Don’t be stingy baby.”
She says, “You even threw in a Garbo line.
Ooh la la, monsieur,
you can stomach a stout brew after all.”
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