Very Bad Poetry

I grew when a real man used airplane glue.
Even though it did stick all to your nose.
I remember when my pappy said.
Beats Vicks Vapo Rub.
Mamma said that real men don't have wear make-up masks like mom and sis.
Your daddys a real man.
He can screw a sheep a elk and me.
You getting a stiffy on me?
A real man would.
And wipe the glue off your nose.
A man wouldn't start his car without his toke, smoke and beer.
And hauling down the streets at a hundred an five.
And it weren't his fault he didn't know it was a parade he went barreling through.
You got your ludes,toke, smoke and here is a cold beer.
Now your a real man ready to hit the streets.
rlh

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Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: