June 10, 2024
Women are Like That
When she says a yes
There could be a no
Stealthily sneaking
Like a flake of snow
And the no could be a no
You ought to decipher
Else you could burn
Like a ball of camphor
Behind that shaky no
Hides a Yes
Oh Man! The reason
Could you even guess!
That firm yes
Confirms, do not mess
Trespassing it
Could invite distress
Women are like that
And they ought to be
Delectably vexatious
That is the beauty