Do you suppose
That great men sometimes stumble,
That sometimes
They forget to zip their flies,
That they have days
When they put the milk in the cupboard
And the cereal in the fridge?
Do you think that they have
Moments of stinginess
Where they "forget" to tip their waiters,
And instances where they are
Unaccountably brusque to their wives?
Is it possible that they might
Dribble on the seat of the toilet,
Or neglect to sometimes
Put it back down when they're done?
Do they fart in public places?
Do they belch at the dinner table?
Do they forget to say I'm sorry?
Could we forgive them
If they did?
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Great Men
Labels: Poem
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