The tear duct is a feeble thing
For little girls who dance and sing.
A man is a superior beast
Who swears, fights bears and eats a feast
Of steak! He knows his wants and takes
Those wants and has no fear of snakes,
But now and then those ducts are used,
But not out of choice - they are abused!
For shame those times when man has cried –
One hopes they died or died inside!
Perhaps it's okay and not quite mad
If the duct, per say, was maybe stabbed –
An eyelash broke, or one could choke
On meat! The heat could get a bloke
To force a tear to stain his eye
But no, my friend, no excuses this time
Because, even in a crazy rhyme
Real men, who fight bears and steak dine, cry.