FATHER TO SON.

A FATHER TO SON TALK ABOUT A WOMAN.

Hang on there Abe Mr Mancryer says
I want to have a father to son talk
Before you go out no it’s not about

The loan I know you’ll pay me back before
The year is through no it’s about the young
Dame you were with the other night the hot

Brunette (how could I forget) you know the
One who has the figure and eyes to die
For and the swaying hips to make your mouth

Water well she’s not for you son she’s not
The type of girl to have hanging on your
Arm or the other guys will think you could

Do no better you know what I mean? They’ll
Think or say Abe’s chosen the brunette with
The mostest but who’s been with the mostest

And do you want in years to come your young
Daughter to grow up looking just like her
Mother? Huh? You know the way her eyes are

Somewhat too close together and the breasts
Are maybe a bit too big and the way
She talks you know she’s a Bronx girl through and

Through and besides you deserve better Abe
You need to stretch yourself get a dame to
Make your life an improvement some honey

To light up the deep love flame and I know
She has that way with her that sparkle that
Way of breathing in your ear and yes I

Know how she works her box of tricks I know
Her Abe and so do all the other dicks.

Reviews

[Tori]

I wasn't sure if I was to laugh or holler "Amen". I suppose I did both. Excellent poem. I like the way you portrayed the father and son conversation. It really shows what most fathers or mothers even should be telling their kids about. I'll just wrap this up before I begin to ramble. It was an excellent read and I thoroughly enjoyed it