Sometimes out of bored curiosity I will time <br />our conversations; at least her side <br />of one. The other day we were discussing <br />the stricter disciplinary actions <br />sometimes required but seldom if ever <br />imposed by us as a civilized society <br />on our out of control grandchildren <br />and I thought, “My God, she can’t shut up; <br /> it’s no wonder those kids don’t pay <br />attention to her.” So I tried to change the subject <br />at hand to that of masturbation, figuring <br />anything requiring my attention that is taking this long <br />to reach conclusion, should be at least pleasant <br />for the person who is asked to endure it. <br />So while on the new topic of nice tits, I asked <br />her if she’d ever felt self conscious <br />of hers being so large; she was always <br />flashing me with them over the many years <br />we’ve been friends, so I would hardly think so, <br />but one can never be sure with women so bold. <br />My being one hundred percent red blooded male, <br />I never turned down the opportunity to behold <br />her perfect round melons. It’s amazing to me how if a woman <br />has a great pair of tits, men will listen to anything <br />she has to say, regardless of how gravitationally verbose <br />the rest of her has become…. <br /> <br />2008 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-men-good-listeners-an-hour-and-three-minutes-of-long-pauses-followed-by-uh-huh-s/
