Women are sweet, gentle, fragile and delicate,
And it is to the poor folls that believe it that this poem I dedicate.
Im not saying that theyre not all these things you see,
Its just that they are thses when it suits them to be.
When chauvanists say the world is theirs for the taking,
I think that they're just making decisions which they shouldnt be making.
What pray tell are they going to do,
When their wives find out and hits the fan the proverbial poo.
My friend didnt believe that 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scourned',
Poor fellow, till yesterday it was for him that I mourned.
When men say that their not wrapped around any womans little finger,
They just wont acknowledge that they've already fallen hook, line and sinker.
For women have the ability to make men do that and this,
They can make a fat man into a natural contortonist.
Men too have the ability to make poeple do any sort of chore,
Lets just say that I respect women a whole lot more.
For I liken women to a volcano waiting to erupt,
If I refuse them I'm sure my end will be quite abrupt.
'The weaker sex' whoever it was that his phrase coined,
I would like very much to give a good kick in the groind.
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1 comment:
And you say you don't try to understand women! *laughs*
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