A silly poem about a book that I think most pro-feminists will agree needs to be burned lol -

Breaking “The Rules”

Rule #1: Don’t call him and rarely return his phone calls

She always calls him at least 20 times a day

And if he calls first she’ll automatically call him right back

Rule #2: Always end phone calls first

She’ll talk and talk until the cows come home

Until he finally says he has to go to sleep

Rule #3: Don’t ask him on a date

What can I say?

She encouraged me to do it

Rule #4: Don’t accept a Saturday night date after Wednesday

He calls late on Friday and she jumps at the chance

To meet him the very next day

Rule #5: Always end the date first

He says “its 2AM I’m ready to go home”

She says “can’t we have just one more dance?”

Rule #6: Don’t meet him halfway or go dutch on a date

I eagerly shelled out the cash for the date

I paid for everything

Rule #7: No more than casual kissing on the first date

She planted one on him that first time that rivaled

Any kiss I’ve seen on Casablanca

Rule #8: Don’t see him than once or twice a week

Okay, this is one directive she obeys

But only because he says he’s too busy to see her more often

And finally The Most Important Rule of All

Don’t tell guys about The Rules

I happened to casually mention The Rules

To a classroom full of men

We know better than to break The Rules

But we just can’t seem to help it

We’re two friends in love with love