Snips

Copyright ©2000 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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Snips and snails and 
puppy dog tails are boy, 
of which one am I.

Rough and gruff and jagged 
around the edges, 
we are, as are our thoughts, 
feelings and words. 

Sugar and spice, and 
everything nice, are girls, 
of which one you are.
Delicate and  fragile, 
and tender in heart and feelings

Course is the grit which is man at core. 
Abrasive to the touch,
stumbling, bumbling, 
and bungling his way through life
more times than not.
 
Often times abrading 
the tender fragile petals of woman.

Theses things I know, 
so I try as my words come to my mouth 
to buff and polish them 
and knock off the rough edges 
before I release 
to your oh so delicate ears 
their fury.

Listen with your heart to mime 
and you will hear
the meaning beyond my words.