There are questions that men,
Should never answer truthfully
When asked by a woman.
Do you love me?
You say ‘yes’
And when you touch my breasts
You say ‘petite’.
Your clothes?
Pressed straight?
Insist I am the ideal weight.
And, it goes without exception
That my driving is ‘perfection’.
A life of bliss?
If you want it you should know,
That when I ask ‘does my bum look big in this? ’
You say, ‘No! ’
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