The Problem With Men
Recently, I’ve gotten into writing a bit of poetry. I’m not sure how it started – maybe because I like to write silly songs for children – but I’m getting a kick out of it. Plus, it’s a change of pace from writing essays about goats, banjos and … goats. Anyways, I wrote this poem during the recent oil spill incident out in the Gulf. It was inspired by the revelation that, after several weeks of BP trying to stop the leak, and failing, that a plumber may have solved the problem. Of course that got me to thinking, why didn’t they call a plumber in the first place? The answer? Because the world is ruled by men. Men don’t ask for help. At the first sign of a leak, a woman would have called a pro. The Problem with Men The problem with men is we don't ask for help. We’d rather drive circles all over the town, Take cars, just for instance, if they blow a rod, But you and I both know we haven’t an inkling When it comes to plumbing, a man’s inclination But women don’t worry ‘bout dialing professionals
-------------- Tracy Farr lives in East Texas with his wife, three children and some goats. To read more of his stories, visit his website at http://www.tracyfarr.net. |