There once was a man named Pete.
As a man he was complete.
He took steroid injections and offered protections for folks
toughing it out on the street.
He was tall as a mast and you could call him big-assed with just enough curves to make it sweet.
His muscles bulged and he had names for them all.
He walked with pride, boasting a manly stride and was definitely packing some heat.
There was just one thing amiss and it interfered with his bliss.
It was hard not to notice his little girl feet.
He was no fey intellectual.
Never went metro-sexual.
He keep his private life quite discreet.
He wooed all the ladies and fended off the crazies.
He could serve up the potatoes with the meat.
He bit into bottles and lived life full throttle.
He didn't like to swim with the dudes at the gym and instead of showering made a hasty retreat.
He wore shoes two sizes too big and stomped around in heavy boots at the gigs.
He never had to try to catch a hottie's eye.
Poor Pete could walk through a wall and could've had it all
if only his toes weren't so remarkably petite.
Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.
In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).
His current book Just Another Small Town Story from Whiskey City Press is currently available on Amazon.
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