And the comeback... (credits: apaar)
While i'd hate comebacks (ref: post below this), was suitably silenced and appropriately humbled :)
More often than not, they appear to be
The staff to lean, the call for company.
The shoulder to cry on but the butt of all kicks;
For all roses they get, a million thorns too must prick.
And in spite of this, the once you break a heart it's said,
"You know my friend, they ARE just men!"
You know not how-when what went through their minds,
Instead, (pause) happily putting on your blinds,
You sit in one corner writing this piece
While seething with pain, his heart still bleeds.
And you know my friend, though they just "act like men",
Your stanza is more sense when substituted with "women"!
More often than not, they appear to be
The staff to lean, the call for company.
The shoulder to cry on but the butt of all kicks;
For all roses they get, a million thorns too must prick.
And in spite of this, the once you break a heart it's said,
"You know my friend, they ARE just men!"
You know not how-when what went through their minds,
Instead, (pause) happily putting on your blinds,
You sit in one corner writing this piece
While seething with pain, his heart still bleeds.
And you know my friend, though they just "act like men",
Your stanza is more sense when substituted with "women"!
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