The Way to a Man's Heart
I write to him this schmaltzy poem
Tell him to read it when he gets home.
I wait for his eyes to show some emotion
A comment to me about my devotion.
Instead it’s just talk of dinner and such
I get the feeling it didn’t mean much.
So I come right out and deliver the line
“What do you think of this poem of mine?”
“It’s good – it’s nice. I like it a lot
Now what are you cooking inside of that pot?”
After dinner, I wrap leftovers in plastic.
He says: "you know that was really fantastic."
I say, “Thanks, it was only a simple beef stew.”
He says, “Not referring to dinner, but that poem from you.”
There are all kinds of hunger a person can feel
My hunger for praise-- and his for a meal.
The words I wanted were eventually said
But not until he was very well fed.
I write to him this schmaltzy poem
Tell him to read it when he gets home.
I wait for his eyes to show some emotion
A comment to me about my devotion.
Instead it’s just talk of dinner and such
I get the feeling it didn’t mean much.
So I come right out and deliver the line
“What do you think of this poem of mine?”
“It’s good – it’s nice. I like it a lot
Now what are you cooking inside of that pot?”
After dinner, I wrap leftovers in plastic.
He says: "you know that was really fantastic."
I say, “Thanks, it was only a simple beef stew.”
He says, “Not referring to dinner, but that poem from you.”
There are all kinds of hunger a person can feel
My hunger for praise-- and his for a meal.
The words I wanted were eventually said
But not until he was very well fed.
posted by mary bishop | 11:50 AM
7 Comments:
The way to a man's heart... :) Someone once told me that men are more animal than women are (granted, it was a feminist who said this) and as a result they require fulfillment of base needs before reaching a psychological mindset to appreciate cerebral pursuits. Maybe there's something to that, maybe not. At times, I think we all fall into that - it's hard to focus when your stomach's rumbling. Then again, maybe he just needed time to reflect upon it in order to appreciate it. I'm glad he did, though. Otherwise your blog-buddies would give him a virtual beating with wet noodles.
Over the years, Miss Kate has learned that I need time (weeks, months) to process anything. She says this is the result of my being a Taurus, not a male. Or maybe it is because I am a male Taurus.
It could be because I am a bit dense.
Hey echrai..! Yup - I do think there's a lot of truth in what that woman said...
Once a guy said to me: Don't write me a poem because I'll never write you one and then I'll feel bad and from there it will all go to hell.
HI Sparky! Sounds like a lot of bull to me! (wink wink)
If men and women were the same what a boring world it would be..
someone's the poet type
someone's the "mow it" type
I'd rather write poetry than mow the lawn. Ergo I am quite pleased with being a woman loving a man as opposed to all other alternatives available to me at this time.
Now if you had presented him poetry with rhyming couplets you might have gotten a hardy har har! Some guys go for that stuff. (shakeyspear for one)
I know what you mean..if I'd given him a limerick that started like this:
There once was a wife from Carolina
Who had a most succulent...
I'd have gotten his eye for sure
Hmmm, perhaps a poem of what in the pot?
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