Chick Flicks, Just Won'T, Get It. Poem by Michael Gale

You would probably have to put hot coals under my feet...
To drag my butt, into the sneak peek, of a chick flick.

I am a romantic, but spare me the gushing muck...
No such mush for me, not that mush, would I wish to see.

Not even if the admittance-were free...
Let me be, let me be.

Action is where I'm at....
Not viewing a film about a talking, baby, dog, or cat.

Comedy will move my feet...
That type of film, will be my treat.

Romantic mush...
Won't make me gush.

Only action...
Will get my feet like, attraction.