by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway
One has something special
That the other one does not.
So, you date every candidate
Until X marks the spot.
It’s a game for a player,
You’re border lining pimp.
Don’t carry on too long
Or certain pieces might end up limp.
A man that digs the ladies,
I can sympathize with that.
It's when the game becomes reality
You realize you’ve been trapped.
A is the girl that gives good massages,
And not just with her hands.
She’s not the one you want
Cause she does not come on demand.
B is a girl that is good at conversing
But talking is not always fun.
Other things can be accomplished,
More intriguing things can be done.
C is one of the guys–
She likes watching football too.
She kinds of becomes annoying
Because she hits harder than you.
D is soft as your pillows
That you sleep on every night–
Eventually you get new ones
When the fluffiness isn’t right.
E knows a romantic language,
Spanish to be exact.
You even tried to learn it
But found it hard as crap.
F was the perfect option
Yet that did not go as planned.
She told you two weeks later,
“I already have a man.”
G is that girl that says,
“We will always be friends.”
Free to see the outside,
But there’s a price to get in.
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
That’s a girl for each day of the week.
