Why should I get a wife
When I can better handle, than most women,
The pot and the knife?
Is it for mere companionship?
(That I can get from my bearded pals,
Pure, emotionless, friendship!]
Why worry at closing hours
That someone waits to nag at home
Even if I bring her flowers?
On nights longer than months
The cynical bachelor will realize that women
Are more than breasts and cunts!
DISCLAIMER: This is a poem meant to be a comic relief, not a personal opinion *LOL*
meet the poet: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson