A Man’s Lot

Fella, geezer, bloke, dude, monikers of the male
Strong, stoic, breadwinner, a very different tale
Don’t cry, be tough, fighting, tumble be rough
Eat meat, potatoes, bread, lift weights, be buff
Are you a man? Upstanding? Showing the way?
Are you a man? Rising early, working all day

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Say It First

Those shoes aren’t right. What were you thinking?!
Match with that jacket? Gosh, you must be drinking
How much do you weigh? Is that not a lot?
No wonder those trousers barely fit your butt
You’re into whose music? Have you no taste?
How do you enjoy that? You’re a disgrace.

Droll Troll

It’s not a nice name, troll, troll, troll
Not flattering, nor friendly, not at all
Fail? I don’t think so, doesn’t really fit
It does not reflect my searing wit
The jolly japing, the funny asides
It all gentle ribbing, I tell no lies

A Poem For Poem Haters

I hate it when a poem doesn’t rhyme
It is such an utter waste of time
A collection of words and letters together
Artily composed but sounding no better
Highbrow mutterings, inviting thought
Random wittering that add up to naught