Men Can'T Say Please - Poem by Ernestine Northover
Why is it that a man somehow, just cannot mention 'Please',
When asking for some help from me and you,
It really seems to me, that it is such an awful shame,
It tends to leave one feeling down and blue.
It's fetch me this, and, over there is what I want, Yes that! , .
But not one 'Please' is heard, it's not in sight,
And however much you give them hints, and however long you wait,
Their minds just stick, and never seem to bite.
It's like being in the army with the voice of the commander,
Shouting out his regular orders to his troops,
But when we tied the knot, I didn't join the army,
Oh! It really rankles, and give's one's heart the droops.
Sometimes one feels that all in all, one's just a useful soul,
Who's not really there, and invisible for sure,
We are so taken for granted, yet we answer every call,
I don't know why, we just don't, walk out the door! .
So a little 'Please' and 'Thank you' would go a long, long way,
'Manners make the man', my late dear Father said,
But can we expect some miracle to happen over night?
Never! So I'll 'knock off' now and 'disappear' to bed!
© Ernestine Northover
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