This is part of my showcase Saturday where I showcase some of my work. I originally wrote this poem as a joke.
If you can stare at drill bits all around you
And not get bored by all the staring too.
If you’re happy when gadgetry surrounds you
But shopping for clothes always makes you blue.
Do you spend hours discussing speakers?
While chatting down the pub with your mates;
Arguing about woofers and tweeters,
And staggering home one over the eight.
Do you dream of playing electric guitar
In a band that’s really cool?
Do you spend all of football practise
Arguing about the offside rule?
Does every little difference of opinion
Turn into a four hour debate?
Do you consider your local your dominion
And always call the barman ‘mate’?
Would you rather submit to torture
Than talk about the way you feel inside?
Do you consider asking for directions
To be an insult to your male pride?
Do you consider a game of poker
To be strictly for the boys?
As you find yourself growing older
Do you buy more expensive toys?
Do you think women make bad drivers
But never tell her how you feel?
Do you buy crap down the market for a fiver
And boast about how you got a deal?
Do you dispute every ref’s decision
Unless it means your team has won?
Do you hog the remote for the television?
Then you know you are a man, my son!
Sorry guys but at least some of it is true!