Woman O Woman

 
Let's have a toast to women, here and yon,
Those who can make fools of all the Don Juan's.
Whether clad lavishly, or tattered dress,
Whatever their station, they're still noblesse.

Sometimes they screech like a true bird of prey,
Turn around and give you love's sweet buffet.
We drink from her expectations with joy
Not knowing that some use sex as decoys.

Passion's the name of the game; she's on stage,
Playing with danger, claws always engaged.
Flirty and appealing, she sets her cap,
To anything walking wearing jock straps.

Wears her housewife's apron for all to see,
Can diaper the kid while dishing up brie.
Award-winning smile when her man comes home,
She knows how to please him so he won't roam.

For real good head call Sue, the written note,
Bathroom cubicle where somebody wrote.
What a sad thing for someone to put out,
Sue wrote it, she's in a sexual drought.

Fierce combatant about what's right and wrong,
Pumps iron, cusses like a sailor; she's strong.
She takes part in her pet protest rally,
Cheerleading the marchers grand finale.

Back-stabbing Jezebel screws your old man,
Smirky and haughty, she plays out her plan.
Oh, she smiles as she fills her shopping cart,
Doesn't want him, just wants to break your heart.

She will secure a bomb around her waist,
Find a Jew, the infidel and lay waste.
When she goes to Heaven she will find there,
A lot of male virgins; her answered prayer.

Woman, O woman, a mystery, yes,
I'd like to choke you, then I'd like to bless.
Mystifying temptress, harlot and jewel,
Love your man forever, or be so cruel.