A man may be short , fat and smelly
But remember, he inwardly gloats
At the size of his latest, new telly
And the way he can handle remotes
In arguments he never flinches
And looks his mate straight in the eyes
And brags "Mine is forty two inches"
Like nothing else matters but size
The ladies; a little more picky
Want men with a little more class
And not old remotes that are sticky
Or wide screen with far greater mass
Yet though they say size doesn't matter
They gossip and set out their stall
Berating their menfolk in chatter
And skitting, if one is too small
My wife has now left me for ever
In parting, described as the Grinch
She said "Despite every endeavor
I can't stand your meager twelve inch