A Bit of a feminist one, but it Rocks nonetheless!
Woman walks with dignity,
On warm soft sands,
With blush on woman's mug,
And long nails on woman's hands.
With bosoms vast,
And a waist that's so small,
Woman's limbs stand long,
Woman is uncommonly tall.
Stays out too tardy,
And runs through stints of drinking,
Woman sits in good surroundings,
And savours much thinking.
Woman will watch football,
Woman is so cool,
Allows you to win,
If playing at pool.
Woman drinks alcohol,
As id its going out of fashion,
Woman awards blow-jobs,
With gusto and with Passion.
Woman can cook,
Can tidy and can darn,
Woman is placid,
Won't do any harm.
Can act not guilty,
Can scrawl and discuss,
Can put up with criticism,
Without making a fuss.
Woman walks with frustration,
On hot and annoying coals,
With fury in woman's hands,
And naughty words in shoals.
If drunk, is crass,
If not, just aggravating,
As if walking on glass,
In most instants holds you waiting.
Will cuss at washing up,
And throw hissy fits,
Humanity should confront it,
Occasionally Woman's a bitch.
Woman knows abundant facts,
And knows that woman's right,
Will occupy your bathroom,
And cry if you fight.
Woman is smug,
Woman is willing,
Woman is stubborn,
Woman's wit is killing.
Woman is watchful,
Woman is trusting,
Always classy,
But always Disgusting!
Woman knows fashion,
Woman knows computing,
Savours work sporadically,
Abhors commuting.
Woman as Christian,
As Hindu or as Pagan,
Woman without gods,
Woman in our world again.
Woman with faith,
Woman with vision,
Can do so much,
Woman grants your provisions.
Woman is a bitch,
In part and also not,
Woman is what you want,
So Woman is what you got.
Grasp us with both hands,
And with a pinch of salt,
For a woman's mood you'll find,
Is all man's fault.
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