Humorous poem about a guy who does not want to be called Sue.

You can call me George.

You can call me Bill.

You can call me Ralph.

You can call me Phil.

But never ever call me Sue.

That’s a terrible thing for you to do.

Can’t you tell that I’m a guy?

Why do you call me a girl? Why?

I’m big and tall.

I’m muscular too.

Come on seriously

Do I look like Sue?

I have a well trimmed moustache.

I have hairy legs to boot.

I play the tuba.

I never play the flute.

I’m handsome and smart.

I wear expensive shoes.

I like to read the financial section

When I’m looking at the news

So once again I’m flabbergasted.

I’m being quite honest with you.

Look into your crooked glasses

And you’ll see that I’m not Sue.

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  • Anne McNew on Apr 26, 2009

    that\’s beautifully made

  • hfj on Apr 27, 2009

    If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, walks like a duck, in this day and time it could be anything. Steve, if Johnny Cash was still alive, he would “sue” you for infringements. Nice poem pal.

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