Treasure Island

Philo Yan

(Malaysia)

Seven Deadly Sins Of Man


The seven deadly sins,
of men can turn
any woman in.
The chances to find a love
that's true has never been,
So easy, Victorious win.

Bragging, Rudeness,
Scratching, Humorless,
Not climbing, Not cleaning,
Too clinging.

A lot of work to do,
for her to choose you.
Try turning dislikes,
into adoring likes.
To win the heart of a woman,
become an attractive man.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Edited: Thursday, November 15, 2012

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