Things Men Will Never Say

Continuing on the theme of "what men think" . . .

I subscribe to Garrison Keillor's "The Writer's Almanac", where he lists notable literary milestones for each day and ends the broadcast with a poem for the day.

In today's broadcast, the poem is Rhina P. Espaillat's "Undelivered Mail". The poem is very clever, in my opinion, and one stanza called out to be included here:

Darling,
This convention is tedious beyond belief: the hotel is swarming with disgustingly overexposed women far too young to have dignity or any minds at all

Happy Friday!