In Praise of the Manly Man

My husband and I had a lovely Valentine’s Day yesterday. He brought me roses and a huge box of chocolates, then took me out for dinner and a movie.

I wrote him a poem.

It’s not the first poem I’ve given him for Valentine’s Day, and it probably won’t be the last.

Although I wrote it specifically for my husband, it is really a tribute to all men like him — men who are not afraid to BE MEN in an age when masculinity is sometimes frowned upon.

So keep up the good work, guys! The world wouldn’t be the same without you!

In Praise of the Manly Man

Hip! Hooray for the manly man!

He is tall, dark, and handsome, and tan.

    Though he’s covered in hair,

    Like a big teddy bear,

    He’s a softy inside,

    Where his feelings reside

    For the joy of his life –

    His dear children and wife –

Whom he loves just as much as he can.

             He can.

Yes, he loves them as much as he can.

Three cheers for the masculine male.

Yes, he cares for his family well,

     A-sweatin’ all day

     As he labors away,

     Comes home when he’s able,

     Puts food on the table:

     Potatoes and meat –

     That’s what he’ll want to eat,

Just as soon as he’s looked through the mail,

             The mail,

He will dine when he’s done with the mail.

Give it up for the gentlemen’s gent!

Whether living in mansion or tent,

     His home is his castle

     And packed with a passel

     Of children who love him

     And think highly of him,

     And brag that their dad

     Is the best to be had.

(They’d go on, but their breath is all spent –

             All spent –

They’d say more, but their breath is all spent).

All hail to the heart-throbbing hunk!

He has oodles of vigor and spunk!

     He’s brave. He’s courageous.

     His laugh is contagious.

     He brings his wife candy;

     With tools he is handy:

     Have burgers? He’ll grill ‘em.

     See spiders? He’ll kill ‘em.

Flat tire? The spare’s in his trunk.

             His trunk.

He’ll exchange it for one in his trunk.

Bravo for the noblest knight.

In his armor, so shining and bright,

     He is savvy and smart,

     And he has a big heart.

     He provides and protects

     And he likes to have sex

     With his wife who adores him

     And never ignores him.

‘Tis perfectly fitting and right.

             So right.

To ignore him just wouldn’t be right.

Hurrah for the hale husbandman –

A sublime and superb specimen.

     His wife knows her place

     And she fills it with grace,

     Her heart full of pride

     As she labors beside

     This burly, this brawny

     (His muscles aren’t scrawny),

This strong, strapping stud of a man.

             A man,

This amazing, magnanimous man.

He’s a man among men,

So let’s hear it again,

For this jovial jock

Of superior stock!

     This gallant galoot

     With his size-13 boot.

     My captain. My chief.

     My heart-stealing thief.

How blest to be wedded

And faithfully bedded

By so great a talent,

So virile, so valiant!

     He’s stable and steady.

     He’s rugged! He’s ready!

     Robust and red-blooded!

     My heart’s simply flooded

With love for this marvelous man.

             This man.

This magnificent, masculine man!

            - Jennifer Flanders

              February 14, 2013