I looked under rock and could not find any.
I looked in trees and did not see any of the ninnies.
I was once told that I was good man,
But then that must have been a flash in a pan,
Because after the jumping over the broom,
I felt like everything went boommmm!
Clean the house, walk the dogs, and don't even ask for IT!
I would get so mad I could spit!
If you want to find a good man somewhere,
Then look for him before he gets in your underwear!
Author notes
Probably not what you were looking for but reality sets in for most "good men" after "I do".
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LOL Sounds like you speak from experience of what you feel catches the good man.
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