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“Bluffers”


From the time one is born into this world

There is lifelong mystery

Concerning the way a child will grow

And reach their maturity

For Females it is a matter of progression

As from a Girl to a Young Woman they grow

But this doesn’t apply to the male of the species

For it takes much longer for them to although

When young they will bounce on their Mother’s knee

Perhaps on the floor play with a few toys

Then over the years progression for them means

They’re bigger toys for bigger boys

Now this is where comes a twist in the tale

As true story I’m telling unfolds

For it seems that the females will shun these lads

And keep them outside of their strongholds

And then at their leisure they may let them enter

Under surveillance all the time

To make sure just what their intentions are

Are they really little angels sublime

But once the die is cast and unions made

The young ladies seem to be left in some doubt

Have these cheeky chaps answered their questions with truth

Or is there something they’ve purposely left out

It is now you may notice there’ll be a wind of change

As the lads seem to hedge to & fro

Without a straight answer to the questions they’re asked

Which is what the ladies are wanting to know

Excuses run rife as the battle seems lost

Tho’ proudly they still battle on

With untruths and a play on sympathy

When they know that all hope has gone

Now that is when they come to the end of the road

Like a locomotive as it hits the buffers

Which unfortunately leaves the male populace

The reputation of a load of old “bluffers”.


Dennis Shrubshall