The Morning Ritual.

The Morning Ritual.

Every morning its the same thing,

How can she do it?

She must be a machine,

A robot if you will,

The creams,

The lotions,

All the other crap she rubs on her body and hair,

I can hear you whispering and asking why is this woman greenish blue?

Well my friends you haven't seen some of the creams I have seen ,

They will turn your little princess into a little hulk,

Don't you worry don't you fret,

When she bursts out of said creams and lotions,

She shall shine like a new bride on her wedding day,

So get over your shock and fears,

I once had a night mare that the creams never came off,

And I was stuck with the little hulk,

Takes hours before she even thinks about heading out the door,

All this is done also before she even considers about what to wear out to the outside world,

Don't even get me started about her shoes,

That alone is enough to drive anyone insane,

Now don't get me wrong my friends,

I love the things the women do in order to look beautiful for us slobs of the world,

But I'm amazed none the less,

Or should I say puzzled.

 

I throw my hands up high in the sky,

Sing in a loud voice that can be heard up to the heavens,

Thank you, Thank you,

LORD!

For letting me be a man.

And to forgo this thing called ,

The Morning Ritual.

Steve.D.Hammond.

Done