She asked me to explain why every man <br />she meets wants to screw her; I replied, <br />“I can’t speak for every man but I can tell you why I do. <br />Give me a few minutes to prepare; to strip myself <br />of my inhibitions and I will give you my answer. <br />Removing a glass from the cabinet, I poured a stiff drink <br />of the finest whiskey available to man….. <br />Toasting the beauty of both, I raised my glass and said…. <br />Until this point in my life, both the fine whiskey and the fine woman <br />had always been unobtainable…. <br /> <br />2008 ©<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/asking-for-a-stiff-drink-2/
