Give me a man
Who wants the moon
But demands nothing.
Give me a man
Who adores my cats
And cleans their litter,
Prepares dinner
And does the washing up.
Give me a man
Who’ll hold me all night
Whispering sweet nothings into my ear
And not expect a civil word in return
Over breakfast.
Give me a man
Who’ll hear my rhymes
And sing my praises.
Who knows his place
And positions me into mine.
Give me a man
Who’ll worship my body
And admire my soul.
On second thoughts,
Damn it,
Just give me a man,
I’ll sort out the rest.
I read it again and again- it is such a truthful yet brave and gay poem. Love it! ! !
On second thoughts, it, Just give me a man, I’ll sort out the rest.- - > your poetry often makes me grin.... you have quite an individual voice!
Give me a man Who’ll hold me all night Whispering sweet nothings into my ear And not expect a civil word in return Over breakfast.- - - - - - - - > the perfect man indeed! ! ! ! !
Sweet mother, in your milk i would grow into the man you would come to know as the one, of you...iip
I should like to be the clay to your guiding hands even though it shall eventually end up with my firing in the kiln! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahem........Errrrrrr.......Gimme a woman who........etc. Nice poem Sally but do we Actually exist? Good at feeding cats though.... Sid.xx