To many of my loyal readers (thanks mom and dad), April is the month of Easter, baseball’s opening day and the Masters golf tournament. It would be remiss of me, the clubs cultural liaison officer, not to mention it is also national poetry month. So here is a little story of Chip, fate, and a right cross in verse.
It is Better to Give!
by Chip Masters
It happened on a night much like this,
so gather round boys, it is a story not to miss.
I was at the Grill nursing a post round drink,
when from across the room I spied a woman giving me “the wink”.
Emboldened by sweet elixir and encourage by her smile,
I alit from by bar stool blazing a path in the tile.
A simple flip of her hair and a swish of her tail,
brought this boy to his knees thanking god I was male.
Blond and slender, sexy and sassy,
never had I seen a more perfect chassis.
Talk turned to sighs, and sighs to action,
I now began to think of our mutual satisfaction.
My jokes were funny, I had never been so smooth,
It was time to make my move.
In he came with a crash, a bang, and a thunder,
this gorilla of a man was after my plunder.
It didn’t take long, just one swipe from his island sized paw,
a right I think it was, landed square to the jaw.
As I lay there my face bruised and battered,
my visions of conquest torn and shattered,.
I sat up with my eye plastered in steak,
I began to hazily pondered my romantic mistakes.
Listen up boys and cut the chatter,
it is the moral of my story that truly matters.
So take it from me, a man who was handed his lunch,
it is better to give, than it is to receive, when it comes to a punch.
Next month Chipo De Mayo and the Margarita’s origins