Some fine ladies, fool or wise,
Measure a man by the hue of his eyes.
Some women judge, by moon or by sun
The silhouette of his tushy buns
Others scream at the sheen to his wavy hair
While his smile can lay their wild passions bare
Some go by legs, others by hands,
I stand firm in how I measure a man.
It’s something found twixt his toes and nose tip
It all depends on the cut of his jib.
I’m blaming Jim Adams for the content of this poem, as I also now have fallen under the spell of body part obsession!
Sarah is the host of Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s Saturday Mix. Sarah says:
This week we are dipping our toes into the pool of METAPHOR. Our challenge is all about the use of metaphor in our writing. You will need to use the metaphor provided in your response – which can be poetry or prose. Our metaphor this week is:
– The cut of your jib.
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Very good poem! And good policy too.
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<3 Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😇
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Good one – I loved the line about a silhouette of the tushy buns ;-)!
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:) Thanks!
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The heart does not always follow the mind… (k)
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That was the perfect photo to use for your poem as those three ladies sure seem to be checking him out.
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Thanks, Jim :)
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You had me smiling! 😉
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I’m glad :)
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Wickedly clever. We all have a “type” don’t we?
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Thanks Barry, yes we do.
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Fun one!
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:) Thanks!
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Oooo yes! Great poem! Fun and entertaining!
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:)
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