'' On Perfection You Cannot Improve '' Poem by Bri Mar

They drive us mad,
Help us when sad,
We can but try to fulfil their desires,
Just being there they make us glad,
Patience is all one requires.

Don't try to dissect,
That elusive effect,
They have on us poor males,
Just be glad they want to connect,
Enjoy all those fine details.

A sideward glance,
We're in a trance,
Just one look can make us cower,
Then they'll lead us a merry dance,
Leading us to think we have the power.

Elegant and gracious,
Very flirtatious,
Endowed with powers of persuasion,
They may well be very curvaceous,
But beware of the female creation.

We think we're best,
Till put to the test,
We obey their every instruction,
With their charms we become possessed,
They're masters the in the art of seduction

With grace they're adorned,
But be well warned,
Don't ever try to mess with their head,
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,
Don't go where the angels won't tread.

When they cast that spell,
Treat them well,
Listen to what they have to say,
The weaker sex, is a myth to dispel,
Their loyalty you must never betray.

The female design,
You cannot refine,
There's nothing you should try to remove,
Just ensure you don't cross that line,

‘' On Perfection You Cannot Improve ‘'