A single man he has no filter,
When it comes to the woman he’s bedding,
And thinks it wise not to reject invitations,
For either funerals or weddings.
A red rose carefully plucked,
From many a floral arrangement,
Can easily serve as an opening line,
To lead to flirtatious engagement.
He says, “Call me if you need anything,
You know where I can be found.”
He puts a comforting arm on a grieving widow’s shoulder,
While the tombstone’s still fresh in the ground.
And bridesmaids who wallow in pity,
Desperate to catch the bouquet,
May want to question the first man they see,
Hasten to come their way.
As he licks his lips lasciviously,
And can’t believe his luck,
Lest you think it the buffet table of French pastries,
Or the succulent Peking duck.
For though he might seem the caring sort,
You might question his motivation,
And be a bit wiser to this womanizer,
When he accepts your invitation.