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