Just the thought would pull any woman out of the darkest mood
It'd pierce and shatter any kind of gloom
A radiant smile would burst out and she'd giggle in pure delight
An exciting and bubbly interest it'd ignite
The 'mighty' sex exploit this weakness
They use it to get out of countless offenses
They flash their credit cards and waggle them like meat to a starving dog
And like a magic trick, she can't remember what he did wrong
She'd call up a friend and they'd invade the mall like soldiers on a mission
With only one thing in mind; to indulge in an afternoon of pleasure
In a wild, crazy desire the 'mighty' sex have failed to understand
In vain, excessive spending most can't stand
They glide through racks of clothes as serene as angels
Trying on tons of clothes, picked it seems from a depthless well
Swirling and twirling in front of the mirror as they admire
Oohing and aahing at the exquisite bounties they've acquired
Sated with pleasure their enthusiasm dim like rallentando
They proudly brandish their exploits like commandos
That heady feeling they get is something men can never comprehend no matter how they try
It's a mystery suitably christened Feminine High
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem