what will ******* any man...
  it starts with
   a bowl of watermelon, diced,
taken from the fridge,
followed by
    mixing a rasberry & passion fruit
yoghurt with a pint of milk,
pixed with a knife,
  gulped down ferally...
what?! you know any healthier
milkshake alternative?
  that's not the part where a man
will become *******,
that part is reserved for a glass of
baileys irish cream on ice...
  after about 30 minutes,
  and the man gets a tip-tongue-taste
of the 17% blush...
  he starts thinking...
what am i, a woman, drinking
this *******?!
                   now i'm mad...
it's as if ******* at the ******
  of kali... asking:
                   where's prithvi?!
so the man does what a man
always did...
   he cools off his anger by turning
to the ***;
   well, that's breakfast for you.