All The Good Men Poem by james d nall,jr

Girl told me, just the other day
All the good men are taken, I said No way!
Ever think, they might not want to be caught?
They do what they want, not what the ought
No one to hen-peck them, till they sleep
No house full of kids, do they have to keep
No rules or griping, from sun-up to sundown
They don't care if a woman, smiles or frowns
Going about their business, day after day
When the weekend comes, they're free to play
Hunting, fishing, playing cards with their friends
Seems like the party, never comes to an end
So why would they trade off their free time
To some woman, that wants every dime
Having to be home, so they can catch hell
Wives raising cain, because his dog smells
Before, his life was a very happy thing
So why into his world, would a woman, he bring?