Cp- To Leasure Poem by Coreena Dejesus

I have a random thought a story to tell,
Inside you head it’s not short you yell.
But the person telling the story not too tall,
You notice his hands are girlie as he reaches for a call.
I’m a manly man I have even broke my pinky,
And I even broke it not doing something kinky.

I love Hannah Montana and tinker bell,
And love oriental woman 5 dollars they tell.
You know what they say about short men,
Add a motorcycle and become a ten.
At least this imagination happens in your head,
Imagination is what your wife probably said.

Normally you meet a man and think grill,
Manly Man remember the kitchen I bake and thrill.
The moist cake meet your desire,
The red head in tower ohhh she’s on fire.
And oh the hots for that PRP chick if only she knew,
But goodness that girl is ditsy doesn’t have a clue.

Me and “Peter” have class and style believe,
We both shop at Old Navy see.
Come into work coordinate our dress and style,
Manly man… needs to correct his DIAL! ! ! ! !