SHE LIKES A CERTAIN TYPE OF MAN

 
She likes a certain type of man.
A man who works with his hands.
A man who rides a Harley.
A man with a big broad back and hair covering most of his body.

She dresses very conservatively
And she used to like the shock when someone met her biker husband
Wearing his leathers and his pork chop sideburns.
She has no tattoos and only her ears are pierced.

She loves everything to be neat and tidy. She NEEDS order.
Her eyes tsk tsk a lot.
She lives in perpetual disappointment of others.
She had a crush on the man behind the deli counter.
She liked his big black mustache.

She divorced her biker husband
And now she’s dating a man named Angelo
Who’s a big Greek fella with long dark hair.
The smell of perspiration follows him
Wherever he goes.

She works with children but, outside of work, she is afraid of them.
She has no children. She has two small dogs. She doesn’t trust cats.
She used to read books but now she’s too tired all the time.
She lives alone and wants to be happy like that.

I used to love her a long, long time ago
When we were kids and she didn’t know as much about herself.