His & Her Roles Reverse Poem by Mark Heathcote

I need a man for a French maid
as I linger & watch him-slave
I'll light up another cigarette & gloat,
he's my heart he's my, type of bloke.

The world has changed, roles-reversed
I don't require any more pocket money chunk change.
Nor a diamond or his tacky engagement ring
but with that-said-I do like a little bit of bling.

I need a man, who'll change the bedding,
who has the smarts to plan his own funeral and wedding.
But with that said, I'll not be wed,
there's only so much time for shopping.

I need a man who'll bite his lip,
who knows exactly when he's licked-&-whipped.
I need an unquestionable trusting friend.
A man more women than a man, I guess in the end.