Wondrous Women Poem by John Sensele

Fools and their droll wool block love from wondrous women
Fools and bulls cool romantic settings with their pale escapades
Fools deserve no room shut out for genuine, pristine men
Who don't hesitate to jettison sallied spades and bleach blades.

Fools and their crews veer near quarters, matters they mishandle
Fools, bullies and coolies can't feel or heal real affection
Fools, tensile tools, sterile bulls possess no capacity to handle
Complexities inherent in rents, tents and events meant for infatuation.

Fools can't endure lures of fewer choices and purer voices
Fools impose their foppish pose and pause to love dangers
Fools force sources of love to issue tissue invoices
Characterised by probing chinks to exploit, hobnobbing with total strangers.

Fools despite disguises can't match the luster of genuine suitors
Fools despite wearing trendy wigs can't hide ravages of years
Fools despite Brazilian hair, mascara, plastic surgery remain mere characters
In tragic plays immersed in scenes of plasticine, quinine beers.