Give Him A Real Woman Every Time
Well, I'm tired of cold and drizzle
Boring skies of grey not blue
So, I thought I'd try to cheer you up
Come write a poem for you
Cause it seems to me some women
Must be making big mistakes
For they never seem to keep that man
After just one bedroom date
Yes, I thought about and wondered
Why do they lose that man
Could the answer be the things you wear
That are not part of God's plan
For how's a man to know these days
When you slip into his bed
How much of you is real live girl
How much is fake instead
For you wear those padded panties
With those rounded firmed up cheeks
Topped with a tight boned corset
You look like you never eat
On top of that you got to have
Some lacy padded bra
That plumps you up and falsifies
What size you really are
Then of course you've hair extentions
Soft contact lenses, blue
So I wonder Girl what do you think
A poor man's supposed to do
He wants that sweet hot body
Built like a red brick house
Then you strip off all them extras
To look like a field mouse
You slink into that bedroom
Wearing nothing but a smile
That is showing all those missing teeth
That you took out for a while
They're sitting in a jar somewhere
With your other missing parts
Poor man can't wait to leave your side
He's had a change of heart
You can almost hear him saying
My God ! What have you done?
I think desire has vanished
Don't need this kind of fun
So little gal just keep it real
Next time you go to play
Try a little less of everything
The good old fashioned way
For the image you're creating
That ain't one he wants to hold
Cause he'd rather have a real live girl
Then all of that fool's gold
By jollynoblefrog
© 2008 jollynoblefrog
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