Like Woody In Manhattan Poem by gershon hepner

I feel like Woody in Manhattan
on the sofa with a cat ’n
a hot tin roof, while watching on
TV the movie. Quite foregone
the film’s conclusion. Woody will
lose both his women. It’s downhill
for him although Manhattan’s flat,
for though he knows just how to chat
a woman up he doesn’t know
that teenagers aren’t apropos,
and women who’re like Diane Keaton
love going steady less than cheatin’.
For losing teens age is a reason,
but Diane Keaton was in season,
and since he tried to be a goody-
goody it was hard for Woody
to lose her to his married friend,
but that’s the way true love can end
not only in Manhattan but
wherever, if the chick’s a slut.

We don’t know why he couldn’t keep
his first wife, lovely Meryl Streep.
On him she once had cast her spell,
but she’s become the witch from hell,
and when this wretched Woody man
could not find solace from Diane,
and tries to go back to the teen,
he loses her as well. Life’s mean
to men like Woody in Manhattan,
but LA, where you can’t flatten
the city or the women, and
all cats on tin roofs understand
that being hot excuses all,
except the way that women lie
before they kiss their man “goodbye”.

Inspired by Wood Allen’s “Manhattan” which Linda and I watched on 1/20/10



1/21/10