Men Are Like Puppies... Poem by Melissa Coventry

Is it beyond intuition?
Is it far beyond sight?
Feeling and common sense,
I know you’re not bright.
You wag and tag along,
Like an old women’s club,
Looking for some gossip,
But boy, you’re trying-
To gratify your inner pup.
As good intentions turn to drawl-
First words turn into tunnel stare-
And hit by a bag of flare, girlish viper,
Poison as you scramble to reground,
Your steps, falling and tumbling,
Over puppy unstable paws,
Vertigo a constant top dog-
In a world’s tilted too steep,
To resemble rational thought,
One more, love-dumbfound, drowned pup,
On the tempting, you can’t resist: female lead.