but so disposed i am to say what i really can.
about this i will say with all my heart, i wont rebel
against your pleasure, i have a story to tell.
have me excused if i do speak a’miss,
my will is good and look, my tale is thus, this;
On my bed lay I, wondering, "women, oh! What a woman be?"
i think, i ponder, an answer can find not i for she.
of 'em i know too well, that’s how it goes with me.
I’ve had one, two, many, the worst there could ever be.
I’ve seen men weeping and wailing, without care, with sorrow,
I know them well enough, even by eve or morrow.
punishments, these are for our crave for bodily delight
of women, such as an edifice to gratify our appetite.
By them, from day to day have we been made silly,
We mind not that as 'barter' for our amorous dealings.
Still I ponder, “Women, are they worth it?”
My mind says; “there’s thirty ‘no’ in every forty”.
Sorry I concur, but in my mouth still there’s distaste.
Not two, or three, so many can remember i till date.
Bluntly, women are the most outstanding of all God’s creatures,
I vow, this is true, recalling days of drooling over their juicy features,
They are life, they illuminate, they are irreplaceable,
I tell no lies, believe me they are irrefragably lovable.
but beware I say, what makes you, breaks you , “What is sweet could kill,
I have benignly watched as many had been demoted to the pill
because of emotions, 'love' which is but childish vanity.
They’ve been rattled; their hearts are left with zero degree serenity.
love! i see no reason why we indulge in such madness with much alacrity,
am so perplexed, majority have been drowned in the sea of insanity.
For a woman they’ve professed love, fore-played from eve till full moon,
and just a few minutes past, they now both hum different tunes,
the man is pleading, asking for reason, running for cover,
and the woman? She becomes the female version of Adolph Hitler.
Her snow white heart is turned black as "half past midnight",
and the man, is left in an irrepressible despond and fright.
like an aversive hawk, the subject is so quick to claw and hate,
their ferocity in a sec,'from zero to hundred' escalates.
so vicious they remain , you wonder where all the love had gone to,
most men remain shell-shocked and refuse to pull through,
"they say they love us, they care, shout, "DECEIT!",
we are so so gullibe even to detect the lies in it.
i refuse to detail what cunning tricks and subtleties
there are in a woman, like infallible "busy bees",
they have swindled silly men and wise alike without remorse,
silppery, sliding, they are always evading us, thus;
were i to reckon their vices, all, one by one,
i had be only but a garrulous fool when i am done,
but we must not despair, we may still go to glory,
for perhaps, some may prove our hell, some our purgatory,
some, God's means of grace, and as some might say, "God's whip"
to send our souls to heaven or more so damn us to hell with a skip.
and thus; swifter than an arrow from the bow,
surely, i hope to God that "you" will shortly know.
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