it is so hard being a man
our work is just never done
if only i'd been born a female
at least then i'd get some fun .
perhaps its because we don't like moaning
or complaining when we are ill
we just can't sit and watch the telly
we don't have spare time to fill.
theres all the washing and ironing
will the endless chores i do never cease
then i've to give her two minutes of loving
and those demands are on the increase .
i have to be hung like a stallion
to satisfy her passion
i want verbal intercourse
she just wants it doggie fashion .
i've to do all the shopping
the cooking and cleaning too
she doesnt even acknowledge
the million jobs that i do .
the raising of our children
the worries of running a home
frantic about making ends meet
just praying she's not late home.
now the ladies know i'm joking
not a word i've written is true
but if we menfolk look in the mirror
a little of my poem might apply to you .
so get off your bum and help her
show a little appreciation now and then
for the fantastic job our women do every day
to make life better for us men .