it is so hard being a man

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 .