Female’s Fault Poem by Dan Brown
Female’s Fault
You do realise it’s all your doing?
All your nagging and baby-cooing?
Your make-up, mascara and lipstick,
your obsession with acting thick
all drive us round the twist.
That night, it was a hormonal, bossy,
tanned and glossy,
control freak that I kissed.
You only talk of bags and shoes,
or your painfully endless baby blues.
It bores us to death,
and we imagine your breath
being slowly choked from you.
Women are wrong,
I’ve said all along,
I mean, you sit down on the loo! !
There’s only room for one women in our lives,
and that’s our dear Mother.
The way you bloody women behave,
it’s no wonder men have turned to each other!
Your poem was ok, but give me a dame any day, a tomboy who's also a good kisser. I never met a woman I didn't like, a lady that could not fish or hunt as well as any Bill, Tom, or Jeffery. Besides, women are prettier to look at!
Of course it is our fault Dan, We brought you brats up! Men can't live without women just as women can't live without their men. It's a fact. Grinning at you mother Tai bearing her cross!
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5/9/2024 8:38:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dan, if you're joking, ha ha ha! If you're being serious (which I doubt, mind) then this is, of course, highly offensive and prejudiced.