Regina Is Regina Poem by James McLain

There are is fine woman,
girl woman's, girls, there is Regina.
This creature, will see her man cultivate
the eyes of others, not in the simplistic way
the others have so thought.
Woman run the world, woman, smart woman
run there man, not foolishly as stupid chattel
to the ground.
These creatures trust there charge, in silky hot
words, they do reveal the minds of which the rest in
shame , would hide.
He, of her Regina's if it does wrong, never would the
sound of pain from her firm hand,
ever touch or reach your ears, to say.
Except by way of the scullery maid, rich full, chamber
pots in hand, such for some is rich desert.