Criteria for the perfect male

CRITERIA FOR THE PERFECT MALE Confering on the need to be, In relationship with male of species, My dearest daughter, now unwed, And I, have all the adverts read. Such disappointment there be found, Although it seems that males abound. But, some are married, some aren't straight, Some have need to participate, In acts unheard by such as we, Not prudish, ladies, that we be. Confronted with societies dregs, We sat, consulted more, Slept on the matter overnight, Then to my dear daughters delight, Criteria ?, A master plan, To help us find the perfect man. On top of list, faithful, gentle, kind, Someone who does have a mind, A brain, no less, not Einstien, But something close to hers, or mine. Want truth, frankness and honesty, Couldn't handle little kids, Same age, or a tad older, Dont want someone on the skids. Compassion, understanding, A sunny bright outlook. The stuff that we came up with, Will surely fill a book. A passable countenance will do, Dont want another Tom Cruise, They're the kinda fellas, Aussie girls all seem to lose. Body? Cant stand a beer gut, But some healthy cover dont mind, Keeps one warm in winter, On the tall side, cigarettes are fine. Dont want a beer swilling 'Ocker' guy, Who gives all other girls the eye, We don't mind a drink or two, Don't believe in getting high. A love of art and music, Theatre nights out on the town, Long walks in bush, or forest, Country drives, dancing, lights way down. Important??? Sense of humour, NEVER put us down, Supportive, someone to share with,. Need a man, not a clown. Someone to respect and love, To greet, with each new day, Share laughter and tears together, Walk hand in hand on life's highway. Good books,good verse, good lovin' Neat, clean and tidy if you please, Prepared to help with chores at times, DON'T want someones disease. Don't need a wealthy playboy, Don't want a gigalo, Like flowers, and a smiling face, Someone who'll walk at even pace. To have a job, own a car, A license too is needed, We wont pay fines, or bail him out, When in his 'wheels', he's speeded. There are two sides to every story, This we all know well, Send for job description and application, Then our delights we'll tell. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 09:31 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 14