“When the Life Preserver Goes Flat”
(Fun Ends)
Why is it sex and beer
a man’s idea of cheer?
Do their libido engines need a head start,
Or is that love‑stick just not that smart?
I know my thoughts are getting silly—
All because of one man’s little willy.
I can’t explain why sex and beer
Are the holy pair they hold so dear.
Just the thought of it brings a tear.
We women want the sex—forget the beer.
Who wants to be slobbered on anyway?
It takes the fun out, I say.
Besides, once the love‑stick’s done,
It shrivels. There goes the fun.
Off to sleep go the man and his beer,
While we’re left giving a mean ole sneer.
For the job’s never complete with sex and beer;
It only leaves us women to shed a sad tear.
Author Note:
Ladies, if you know… you know. Gentlemen, if you don’t know… ask a woman you trust. She’ll explain it gently. Probably.
Special Author note:
No men were harmed in the making of this poem. A few egos may have been bruised, but they’ll recover after a nap and a cold beer.”

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