Delicious - Poem by patch work
Someone asked me what type of man I like,
and I began to think.
Imagine looking at the menu board in an ice cream shop,
not once did my eye blink.
They asked if I like em skinny or fat.
They asked short or tall.
What about long locks of hair
or does it matter if he's bald.
I was baffled by my thoughts you see,
I didn't know what I'd like.
Then I remembered it's not my decision,
I aint got no dog in this fight.
The man must choose the woman
as unfair I believe this to be.
Men like tits and mine have drifted
almost down to my knees
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