Men wear cheap thongs and ratty rags <br />to hide their wrinkled dufflebags. <br />You see, attention is diverted <br />from parts that may become alerted <br />when woman takes a look and see <br />onto the male anatomy. <br />Don't kid yourself, a man's demeanour <br />is guided by the little wiener, <br />you see gray matter does reside <br />beneath that foreskin's toughened hide. <br />Proof of the pudding, 'xuse the pun, <br />is when the action loads the gun <br />and liquid matter of cognition <br />erupts within one's field of vision. <br />A woman, though with much more grace <br />will stare at first into his face, <br />but soon her glances drift below <br />accompanied by Ah and oh, <br />I mean, for some these histrionics <br />are for the ambience like tonics. <br />And add a touch of pheromones <br />will activate the unnamed bones, <br />innominates said Spalteholz <br />he was not cataloguing dolls, <br />and loins are to the human mind <br />appendages just made to grind <br />and also tangle, push and shove <br />which civil folks call making love. <br />Well, thank you, reader, your perusal <br />is homebrew purged of oil of fusel, <br />I hope you did at least enjoy <br />the rhyming practice of this boy.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rhyming-3/
