Men, Women and Sex

What strange bedfellows
Men and women really are,
Each sex to beats of different drummers
Keep their paces, with likes and tastes
And attitudes hitched to a different star,
Their nature more divergent
Than the most opposite of races,
Man, just like a dog, with great big, trusting eyes,
He's noisy and gads does he ever bark,
While woman, slinky, stealthy, twisting, turning,
Feline, luscious, clean, adorable, a real cat,
When those two get together, one thing is sure,
Mixed is the fire with the fat,
And when a man, finally, does take a mate,
He does it not only to honor and to copulate,
But also, as the occasion arises,
Zestfully to love and hate,
And battles often fought inside the boudoir
Are far, far worse
Than any Bolshevic did ever fight with any czar,
And the big joker who sits up high above,
He slaps his knee and laughs like hell,
At what he wrought - this thing called love.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz