She's a young mother of two
dated knuckle heads, immature.
Two kids in tow from deadbeat dads
saggers using kids as pawns for sex.
Be a man, be a man, be a man,
Drop that attitude not your pants.
Raise your daughters and your sons
not your brows at honey buns.
Moonlight dinner at the lake
they courted wee hours in the night.
the crescent moon their candle light
maybe she found a suitable mate.
He's a man, he's a man, he's a man
no attitude or sagging pant.
raised his daughter and his sons
not his brows at honey buns.
Driving a white Mercedes Benz
he couldn't stop his obvious stare
her dark shining beauty, checking out his ride.
She said "pull over to the side"
can I have your number, if you dare?
Dinner and a movie, a third date
a short, red, sexy dress, she waited
high heel boots, leopard print
A cute couple, away they went.
Before the date could even begin
interrogated by her parents.
well mannered, mature, well dress
he's got it all together.
no non sense,10 years her senior.
He's a man, he's a man, he's a man
no attitude or sagging pant.
raised his daughters and his sons
not his brows at honey buns.
Comments
There's,
There's a certain innocence to this poem, but also a strong message running through it. A message written in your own unique way that makes me like it a lot. Love Roscoe..
Thanks Roscoe
Glad the innocence and the message came through. Glad you like.
Hey Barb
"sagger" I love that new word. it so well describes too many young "men" both their clothes and their sagging morals lol. Anybody can be a sire, it takes a real man to be a father.......stan
Yes stan
These saggers both in clothes and morals is worrisome. Esp,when you have daughters. Sire —father yes takes real men.