Stanley Cooper Poems

We never have to take the blame
Not even just a whit
Will always find the gall to claim
The Devil made us do it
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My legs were razor thin
When I was six and seven
Those legs below my chin
Resembled number eleven
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This subject which I write on
However will I scrawl it
As I truly have a fright on
‘Cause, I really can’t recall it
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Bombs explode with shock and awe
Bodies strewn across earth's floor
Witness to our own mortality
Watched through hazy unreality
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I wish I could soar like an eagle
To get me a birds eye view
Of all goings on not quite legal
All governments seem to accrue
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Our media fixation
Portends our inclination
To believe mis-information
That they pound us with
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Why do ladies adore me?
What is this thing they have for me?
Could it be that their answer is
I’m their seductive romancer whiz
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For those Biblically naive
Adam's rib spawned Eve
Endowed with two lips
And two lady-like hips
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“Absolutely, maybe”
An answer, though amusing
When questioning my lady
I find it most confusing
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She chased him here and chased him there
And then, when he finally caught her
Hooked, befuddled and unaware
He married his mother-in-law’s daughter
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