A woman is a strange and fanciful creature
One at times is too much, and two impossible
They flit from subject to subject without a breath
Expect you to hear every instruction not knowing your deaf
Washing and cleaning the whole day through
Just what, where, and when do they expect from you?
Taking their time
Making up their minds
Do they buy this, that, or maybe that hat
They cry for all sorts of reasons, happiness and sadness
What are we to think, they will drive us to drink
They multi task as we could not grasp
What strange creature is this?
They make us laugh
They make us cry
God only knows the reason why
He made them this way.
Sometimes, to our dismay
But I wouldn’t give up those funny females
Without them, how would this story regale?
Gordon, In the end to the end - the Woman too is the Person! ! ! / with a smile.../ Tsira
Naturally, she is. Every rose has thorns on the stalk, Value of the rose never goes down merely for thorns on the stalk. Nice write. Enjoyed.
'They make us laugh They make us cry' You've delved deep into architecture of women psyche Ten dr. sakti
I very much enjoyed this, a true analogy of a female! Great visuals expressed with great wonderment an adoration.Beautifully expressed. A 10
Dear Gordon, It is very difficult to understand women. Best Wishes Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At last, a man who knows the power and magnificence of the female. You forgot to mention how we allow men to really believe that they are in charge, ah........it's a gift, ha ha. Really enjoyed your poem, a man after my own heart. alana