TOAST TO THE LASSIES - an original Poem by Graham Hutchison
especially for Burns' Night !
Toast to the Lassies - Wonderful Lassies
When a fair Maiden steals your heart,
You may lose more than you'd imagine,
You question your sanity just for a start,
'Twixt your head and your heart there's commotion.
Your heart may race, may even oft miss a beat,
And there'll be a stirring in your loins,
Then rationing favours, she may dish up a treat,
And even wrestle with your groin.
So heart and mind exist together to confuse,
Is there Love, is there Lust, so often the both,
The Lady prepares you, cunning - oft so obtuse,
And soon you'll find yoursel' firmly betrothed.
Is this what you desired when professing Love,
To be smothered, enveloped, even pliable,
To have men as equals but the maiden up above,
Your lack of resistence seems contemptible.
Soon you find there's marriage and perhaps there are kids,
And a great expectation of monogamy,
Soon a smile at the check-out seen as flirtatious bids,
To rid yourself of life's monotony.
The stunning rose you picked in full bloom,
Appears soon wilted, faded, looking quite stale,
No effort more to shine, glow or prune,
Welcoming complexion, now so ghostly pale.
Where did she go? this apple of your eye,
The one who could seduce you with a smile,
Does she care but surely must wonder why,
You may contempate another to beguile.
So there's a reason why when a man reaches forty,
His eyesight diminishes, oft needing glasses,
Lest he remains so vain quite oft is haughty,
Considers himself still a catch for fairer lasses.
'Cos whereas before he viewed his Love through his heart,
He now struggles to see through those rose tinted lenses,
But the Woman he loves, from whom he never will part,
Except to play a fool - she'll recover his senses !
Some men fancy blondes, brunettes or even ginger,
And you women will always come in all shapes and size,
Some with beauty, some with grace, some absolute Minger,
But to the man at your arm, you're the absolute prize.
So here is a Toast to all you wonderful Lassies,
Just remember who to blame when next us you're scolding,
We are who we are, a man of the masses,
Imperfections abound due to your irregular moulding.
But we love you all and we always will,
And sober or drunk we'll be making our passes,
You'll engage us, charm us and always thrill,
Please accept our Gents Toast to all our Wonderful Lassies.
Graham Hutchison (copyright 2009)
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TOAST TO THE LASSIES
