Possibilities
What are the possibilities of running into the same girl everyday for the last 3 months and you have not even said hi.
She smiles at you she says hi to you she even says bye
Now she’s running into you Is there something wrong with her is she to big to small.
You like them skinny or round like a ball
What you are telling me is that you just don’t know what to say
Not even once did you introduce yourself or asked her how she was doing today
Young man that in itself is a shame
What is probably the saddest thing I’ve ever heard of is that you have no game
Women my young man are a mystery even to me today
When you think you figured them out they laugh and chuckle but they went that way
I don’t know how men made it past the Stone Age
Listen closely I’m not going to repeat this but once at one time it was written down on a single page
This page was written into the Bible but a very sneaky lady tore it out
Since then men have sit on the sidelines and they done nothing but sit there and pout
Us men have been playing behind the eight-ball and have never had a chance
I'v had enough I’m going to help man
By giving you this lance
It will give you courage this lance will always strike true it will never glance
As long as the big guy doesn’t finds out you understand
You know he is not my big fan
He is touchy can't have him find out
Oh no he cant find out boy would he just shout
Just on time guess who just popped in out of nowhere came Mother nature out thin air she appeared
Scratch the Big guy wants to see you better get going he is already mad I fear
Now see here young man dont listen to anything what scratch told you not one dime
He didn’t tell you anything oh he told you about women good just in time
That man knows nothing about how treat a lady or even find one to call mine
What he was going to give you a lance he must have been out of his mind
He must of have had a heat stroke of some kind
Mother Nature just shook her head then her head she scratched
It has made the poor man a bit detached
It was bad enough when men thought they knew how to handle a lady
If man ever figured it out for real and thank the big guy for that scratch was shady
If he thought that he could give the Lance to man
That man really think I was going to say thank you and shake his hand
That one act would have set Evolution back two hundred years
Our worst nightmares and our worst fears
Men would be in charge the world will come to an end
Now boy let me send you back
You won’t remember none of this but check your pack
Inside I put a note I’m going to send
Follow the note when you meet the girl tomorrow and then tell her your name is Ben
©poemmaker
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