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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426306" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Why WILL The Girls Refuse? - Parody</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why will the girls refuse, mamma, <br>why will the girls refuse? <br>For every time one turns me down<br>I throw a fit of blues.<br>how can a guy go gad about<br>with no-one to amuse, <br>when each proposal meets with frown –<br>some clues, mamma, your views? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why can’t they be content, mamma, <br>when taken out to dine<br>to Fred’s fine fish and chip bazaar<br>with water ‘stead of wine, -<br>it went down well with you and pa<br>before the parking fine, <br>so if we walk – no need for car –<br>why will Miss Prissy whine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m sure I’ve done my best, mamma, <br>to keep them at my heels, <br>and yet if ever we’re alone<br>each wretched creature squeals<br>should I embrace a funny bone<br>or wonder what conceals<br>the iron curtain of a bra<br>which never one unpeels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I only weigh five hundred pounds<br>must wait grow hand in hand<br>with weight whence maestro singer's sounds<br>are heard throughout the land? <br>And why on Earth must out of bounds<br>my girth appear? I'm grand, <br>although I cannot ride to hounds -<br>why won't ONE understand? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m only fifty-four, mamma, <br>I long for one sure fling, -<br>if plastic painted proper shines<br>why won’t one wear my ring? <br>I’ve duly learned my deaf-dumb signs<br>so studiously to bring<br>a new dimension to my lines –<br>each answers sharply, stings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I try to psycho-analyse<br>the promises unkept, <br>I’ve kept my privates undersize<br>well hidden though I wept.<br>I’ve tried ignoring petty lies, <br>ate humble pies, and yet<br>I wait for one who ‘yes! ’ replies<br>to sighs none intercept...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've tried to post on Internet<br>in I.M., verse, and prose, <br>I've tried to run a contest yet, <br>though they queue up in rows<br>for pointless points they hedge their bet, <br>whenever I propose<br>they shy off even distance pet, <br>communication close.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If one's invited to a bar<br>there's someone else she'd choose.<br>Some say I seem far too bizarre<br>no socks and two left shoes, <br>tied up with string from old guitar, -<br>it cost too much to lose, -<br>while last semester's hershey bar<br>their judgement must confuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why will the girls refuse, Mamma, <br>why will the girls refuse? <br>when shy it doesn't get me far, <br>when bold they blow a fuse! <br>when no holds barred the siren car<br>my motives may accuse, <br>and when I wish on shooting star<br>they still, they still refuse!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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why will the girls refuse? 
For every time one turns me down
I throw a fit of blues.
how can a guy go gad about
with no-one to amuse, 
when each proposal meets with frown –
some clues, mamma, your views? 

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