“Are you talking to me?” she said passing by
“Yes, you … you … next to the bald-headed guy,
“I think you’re real gorgeous … that flaming red hair
Is exceedingly beautiful and really quite rare.

“I love the way that it curls round your face,
And the way that it seems your ears to embrace,
And the way that it darkens the green of your eyes,
And the way on your cheek that a loose tendril lies.”

She took a deep breath as she paused in her stride,
Her lips slowly parted, her eyes opened wide,
She smiled as she whipped the wig from her head,
“If you like it so much, here, you wear it instead.”

© Pat Cannard – patcan@powerup.com.au

The perfect man likes children
And will raise them by your side
He will be a good father
As well as a good husband to his bride.

The perfect man loves cooking
Cleaning and vacuuming too
He’ll do anything in his power
To convey his love to you.

The perfect man is sweet
Writing poetry from your name
He’s a best friend to your mother
And kisses away your pain.

He never has made you cry
Or battered you in any way
To hell with this endless poem…
The perfect man is GAY.