A curious thing is the route
Of a woman
A silent storm
A silent night
Her body numbered
Her eyes give fright
Her mother hated
When best things are done
Who controls the fire
To this blazing one?
Her father knew this day would come
For all ladies die
Else are shunned
The route of a woman is best described
As something terrible
But must be done
Be careful my brothers
Of the younger ones
Their poison in excess
By perfection undone
Beware my brothers
Of womans' fun
Their traps are set
A tried and true
contraption
Brothers put down your guard?
What can you lose
A leg an arm or
Perhaps a heart?
Seek to the ladies shunned
By this you escape the
Route of the
Other ones
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