Posted by giveawayboy on September 06, 2002 at 20:56:50:
In Reply to: Manly stuff posted by PS on September 06, 2002 at 11:05:22:
: : Steve's a pastor guy or so they say
: : he talks a lot and he likes to pray
: : he wears a headband just like a girl
: : but it works to hold back his little curl
:
: Do I respond (I'm really torn)
: to Kristi's poem, replete with corn?
: Girls with curls you do compare
: to me, a man, with manly hair!
: Little girls wear frills and laces
: But don't grow hair upon their faces!
: I am a man (just ask my wife)
: I live a manly, macho life
: My hips aren't wide, my butt is straight
: No need to lift and separate
: I don't need soft and supple flesh
: and never feel, you know, not fresh
: I don't put paint around my eyes
: so I can bat my lids at guys
: I don't need tons of cutesy stuff
: I don't go shop when things get tough
: I know the spark comes from the coil
: I understand my car needs oil
: I give directions as is best:
: I say, "Turn north, turn east, turn west!"
: I don't get wild and crazy notions
: I have a grip on my emotions
: In all these ways and many more
: it's clear--I'm manly to the core!
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I am a man and have no doubts
I have a way to point that out
But I will wait to demonstrate
Until it is appropriate
(Did someone here say procreate?)
However Steve, Oh Manly Twin
Predicaments you put me in
Although my masculinity
Has never been unknown to me
I travel wide and travel far
To understand an average car
I take my key and stick it in
And then she sings and starts to spin
And when I slip into her seat
She takes me down most any street
But if I try to understand
And under her hood place unskilled hands
A brutal reminder do I receive
This is a world I can't conceive
So if this knowledge is requisite
I'm afraid that I've not mastered it
I know which way the sun comes up
And I know how to fill my cup
I can chop a log and mow the lawn
And walk 'round naked like a faun
And grow my beard and start to smell
And laugh 'til all my stomachs swell
And be a Dude
And get a Dell
But cars and me don't get on well
So my one protest hear you must
Let no misunderstanding thrust
Apart compadres ever close
Because a man of cars could boast
lovingly, w bollocks, Bill