You Sir, you're a Flirt
And it's quite known that you chase the skirt
And while you pretend to deny
That you've got a case of glad-eye
Be warned, you won't escape unhurt
You Madam, you're a Tease
And while you can do as you please
You can't cry foul
And then begin to howl
When you lead them on and then freeze
You Mister, you're a Quitter
What's worse, you're a fence sitter
You're not sure what you want
And despite the machismo you flaunt
You're as lost as a pup in the litter.
You Girl, you're a Keeper
Problem is, men don't look deeper
So while you're all homely
And decidedly comely
There's a high chance you'll end up a weeper
You dude, you're a Show Stopper
And by god, your looks are a jaw dropper
The gym keeps you busy
You send girls into a tizzy
But as for wit, there you're a pauper
You lassie, you're a Whiner
No obstacle is ever minor
Tears are your tool
But nobody's a fool
So brace up, life won't get any finer.
Oh weary world, don't stop reading
Just because my words are bleeding
With sarcasm and acid
And nothing close to placid
I think I'm hungry, I need feeding.
