10 sep 08
Women are an awful lot
So hard to comprehend;
Clinging on to what they've got,
Yet demanding the world from men.
Delicate like porcelain dolls
And touchy creatures too:
Oh, but once you've got her gall
You'll end up in a loo.
She claims that 'oh, nothing is wrong',
So you carry on with football.
Trust me, pal, it won't be long
You'll be licking your wounded balls.
Her actions though seemingly simple,
Beware the mind behind it:
If you ain't a clue don't try to fumble
Coz she'll roast you on a spit.
So friend while you're still young and able,
Steer clear, don't take the gamble!
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1) Bella Donna.14 Dec 08
Posturing still as the sun shone high
One friday by the pier
Bag in hand, and another
Above the clock struck vier*
Remained two people still under
Threw a kite out to the heaven
A gust caught up and up it went
So did I, a thousand feet and seven,
Powerless in wrath of nature lent.