Elena Plotkin

To The Womanizer - Poem by Elena Plotkin

You are not terribly rich, talented, handsome, or clever.
Yet you believe you are some kind of lost treasure.
You bestow your attention on every single and married female,
As if your attention were akin to that of the holy grail.
You think you're some connosieur of female flesh and beauty.
But really you have no taste or appreciation for any cutie.
You think yourself the hero and savior of forgotten women.
But you forget them the split-second the lights are dimming.
You think you are so debonair, likeable, and charming.
But you are just devious, selfish, and conniving.
You think your skills in bed are beyond compare.
Well, I guess we women have fooled you there!

(c) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin

Topic(s) of this poem: wolf

Comments about To The Womanizer by Elena Plotkin

  • (1/19/2015 6:47:00 AM)

    Dear Bri,

    My poem has obviously struck a chord,
    Or there would not be such discord.
    I will not go into any graphic detail.
    But I do not suffer from lack of male.
    Nor have I ever needed a phone, a check or plastic.
    to have my great share of non-mental gymnastics.
    The male companionship that I have do not need money.
    To make sweet, sweet love to this here honey.
    And as to whether I am satisfied with what my man doth brings to the table.
    he is always ready, willing and able and has never lost points in my appraisal.
    So thanks for staying up and worrying about me dear Bri,
    But I really don't need to give 1-800-STUD-MUFFIN a try,

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  • Bri Edwards (1/18/2015 11:43:00 PM)

    But you forget them the split-second the lights are dimming.

    Elena, excuse me. is there something wrong with THAT (see above) ?

    you've inspired me!


    Swollen Head

    Elena, if you weren't so hard up for a man,
    you wouldn't have to settle for that also-ran.
    You wouldn't have to moan so hard in bed,
    to make him have a second..... swollen head.

    If you really want to find a man worth knowing,
    a man who, across the Atlantic, once went rowing,
    a man who looks down on Brad Pitt's tresses,
    and looks better than Tina Turner in dresses,
    just call my number: 1-800-STUD-MUFFIN,
    and you'll get your money's worth of huffin' an' puffin'.

    Just enter your credit card number at the prompt.
    I'll make you feel ecstatic..., not like you've been stomped.
    It will only take ten minutes, but will leave you satisfied.
    Go ahead! Dial the number. Don't doubt, ...if you haven't tried.

    [checks also accepted; talk to operator for details]

    bri :)
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  • (12/9/2013 9:42:00 AM)

    i really love this one, especially your way to express the theme
    great work
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 10, 2014

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