They say the major things on the minds of males
Is food and women
So I decided to be stereotypical
And thought then...
If I was to go to that restaurant - what would be my order?
Start with some starry eyes, simply to appetize
See my soul, through the lies
Cooked up faster than french fries
Much to the demise
Of my meal - because I'd feel full
Full of nothing but bull
And I don't want no fast food
All the mind I'm paying - she better be good.
Since I'm being "typical guy"
No need to ask why
I'd need to add to the order two legs... thighs.
Thick, juicy dark meat - marinated, I'm hoping
Just one more request:
That they be spread WIDE OPEN.
Hey! I'm trying my best
But when words are spoken
Of "tender, supple breasts"
"Big rump roasts" - and yet
Most men aren't healthy by FDA standards, boss.
But I'll skip the salad - I don't like nothing tossed.
Off-topic, sorry... what else is on my plate
More than just a meat platter - damn, that would be great.
Someone who can decipher difference between potato and tomatoe
No need for Chris[-tina] Hawking - not a female afficianado
Plant the seeds left over, though
Watch the mental beanstalk grow
Let me be your Jack and climb your mind slow
Open up your mind - lift up the window
And let my air in
As I breathe in the sweet aroma from within
This delicacy in front of me; I feel it a sin
You to be... ::sniff sniff:: Do I smell apple?
Just imagine a restaurant of women - I would baffle
At the thought - a woman is cherished, not bought
Problem is nowadays
The plentiful bouquet
All different types of gourmet
With all you bring to my pallet...
You're my buffet.
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