Man v Woman
You’re not a man of pretty shape,
No more than I’m a pretty ape;
We’re different wired, there’s more than breasts,
And hips and lips and all the rest.
Venus you and Mars I be,
Your plumbing’s different as can be,
Your skin is smooth and silk to touch,
Whilst mine will never count for much.
You turn our heads, you melt our hearts,
When we’re in love our sense departs,
You compensate my brawn with guile,
Our anger melts with sweetheart smile.
You see this and I see that,
Like world is round or world is flat,
There’s much divides the man from maid,
But you or me the sharpest blade?
You’ll not do what shames we men,
Whilst you seduce we kill and then,
We lie to cover up our sin,
Commit foul crime then shameless grin.
But I will not a woman be,
You may be fine but you’re not me,
So God be thanked for horse and cart,
But who’s the horse and who’s the cart?
Michael (Walsh) 18.09.13