Aggressive Woman Poem by John W. McEwers

A little less shaking
she said, and a little
more making love.

Forward ladies are
the best, I think
sent from above.

At Applebees she
reached under the
table to grab me

on my leg, it startled
me as a ladies' man
is hard to see

But here is my angel
sent from on high

Paying for dinner
and massaging my thigh.

I love her so much
that I want to make child

And she'll be the mother
of John Jr, or Kyle

No more girls though.