What She Wants....

At five, her ideal man is dad,
Someone to carry her and her cares,
To cheer her up when she is sad,
One who soothes all her nightmares.

At ten, her ideal man is brother,
To play with, and to confide in,
A person for sharing and conspiring,
Someone to tackle, vanquish and win.

At fifteen, her ideal man is a hero,
Handsome, like a lion with a fiery mane,
Tall, dark, strong, sexy, funny, smart,
She is too silly to know he is vain.

At twenty, her ideal man is a man,
Ambitious, fun, confident, and fit,
Smart and presentable, he can -
Win her friends over, an instant hit.

At twenty five, her ideal man is successful,
Groomed, mature, and caring,
A good conversationalist, with manly pull,
Money in the bank will help his faring.

At thirty, the ideal man is dad again,
On his knees, with aching back playing with baby,
He cleans baby cheerfully without disdain,
And sleeps enduring baby kicks, even mauls may be.

A guy who thinks her baby's gibberish is cool,
Who responds, though not a word he understands,
He dresses baby lovingly and drops her at school,
Skips his beer and rushes home to hold baby's hands.