Man Poems: A Book of Broetry
At last, poems for men. That men can read and understand. Poems that rhyme, and roast – and toast – the male of the species. Humor. Illustrated.*
(*Pls note: only the hardcover version contains the complete collection of poems.)
From horsepower to hunting to hot tubs, football to frat life to fast food, sports betting to snowmobiling to stock car racing, poker to power tools to party boats, grilling to gambling to golf, a rhyming elucidation – and celebration – of the stuff men love.
BROLOGUE
First of all, they fuckin’ rhyme.
Otherwise it’s a waste of time.
A poem that doesn’t rhyme? Fuck that.
It’s like baseball with no bases or bat.
Or basketball without the net.
How much lamer does it get?
How bout golf without the holes?
Or football without the goals?
Like playing without keeping score.
The rhyme is what the poem is for.
Now don’t get your woke brains out of joint,
But here I’ll make one other point:
If you’ve got eyes and ears to protect,
What follows is not politically correct.
What follows here is not for all
It skews strongly Neanderthal.
If you need things to be PC,
This is not your cup of tea.
But if you like a stronger brew,
Then step right up, this brew’s for you!
