Call him a Knight and he is yours
But try leaning on him forever and hey presto
He begins to inch towards gravity!
Call him a king and he is yours
But try handing him a shopping list every sunday
He shall burrow underground
Call him a blue eyed boy and he coos to be yours
But just hand him laundry and vacuum
He shall bury himself underground!
Call him a savior and he is yours
But try showing him bills to be done
He shall hang himself a noose!
Call him an orator, he is yours
But try speaking every day a life
He shall drown himself
Call him a firm brave soul, he is yours
But try insisting consistency
And there he shall disappear forever!
Call him one in a million, and he is yours
But try setting 'permanency anxiety'
He shall hibernate for eternity
A race who believe the rest to be rudiment;
So the cardinal rule:
please his sense of the superior
Men, remember are just spoilt boys
who love mommy more till they meet a fair lady;
Love fair lady less till they meet a wife
love wife less once a daughter steps in,
And when all newness wanes,
They end loving just morning coffee most!
men wont like this post.laughing after reading it.how yaar? where do you get these thoughts? thinking of the one who will win over this.
ReplyDeleteAwesome writing! Smart second draft, that intellectual clarity is a little formidable.
ReplyDeleteSowmya, sometimes women too wont like it :)
ReplyDeleteSandeep, thank you. It lacks it.
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