Member Poem

The possibilities

What are the possibilities young man of running into the same girl everyday
For 3 months is there something wrong with her oh you telling me you just don’t know what to say
Not even once did you introduce yourself young man that in itself is a shame
What is probably the saddest thing I’ve ever heard you have no game
Women my young man are a mystery even to me today
When you think you figured them out they laugh and chuckle but they go the other way
I don’t know how men made it past the Stone Age
Listen closely I’m not going to repeat this but once at one time it was written down on a single page
This page was written into the Bible but a very sneaky lady tore it out
Since then men have sit on the sidelines and they done nothing but sit there and pout
We us men have been playing behind the eight-ball ever since
I’ve had enough I’m going to help man
As long as the big guy doesn’t finds out you understand
Just on time guess who just popped in out of nowhere Mother nature
Scratch the Big guy wants to see you better get going sometimes that man is so immature
Now see here young man don’t listen to what scratch told you not one dime
He didn’t tell you anything good just in time
It was bad enough when men thought they knew how to handle women
If man ever figured it out for real and thank the big guy for that amen
This one act would have set Evolution back two hundred years
Our worst nightmares and our worst fears
Men would be in charge the world will come to an end
Now boy let me send you back you won’t remember none of this when you meet the girl tomorrow tell her your name is Ben