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What The Men Don't Know - The Little Girl Understands
by Terry OlynikSo, " What exactly was it,
That attracted you
To me?" I asked,
Feeling somewhat cavalier.
Was it my
Otherworldly intelligence,
My rapier-like wit?
She shook her head
And continued to shake it
As I made my way,
Through a laundry list
Of my stellar qualities.
My dark humor?
My sardonic attitude?
My rapport with creatures
Large and small?
Her head shaking,
Without expression,
Continued apace.
Somewhat more desperately
I searched for feasible
Gal-winning traits.
My sensitivity?
My ten beer dancing?
My third baseman's reflexes?
My vodka/peppercorn cream sauce?
My acuity with the remote?
Sensing that my list
Of virtues was declining
Rather percipitously
She ceased her
Head shaking,
Cleared her throat,
And said
In a manner most sincere
"More than any man
I've ever been with -
You are the most talented,
The most adroit at wielding your...
{My chest swells, a Cheshire cat grin erupts}
....vacuum".
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11/02/2005 Author's Note: D'oh!!!!!!
Posted on 11/02/2005
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/03/05 at 02:29 AM Is this for real? I managed to croak out a laugh from my infested lungs. Seriously, this gal's got class. Yeah, get the guys for their cleaning abilities, who cares about food or sex. Let US live the life of luxury! Gott alove it, Terry.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/04/05 at 03:29 PM Ah hah...a competitor. Meet me at high noon on Bay Street...and don't forget your vacuum partner. :o) |
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