A friend posted this on facebook, as the best birthday card she had received and I thought it goes rather well with a poem that I wrote at Uni. What would your concept man/woman be able to do? Happily sleep on the wet patch, for example (keep it clean! Actually, nah!)
Concept Man
I like men –
As a concept.
Someone
Who can hoover the lawn
On a lonely Sunday
And practice DIY.
It’s the truth
That scares me.
Sundays spent alone
Staring at the Flymo
Waiting
Hopefully.
Banging a nail
Into the wall
And pretending
That it’s his head.