To put a woman's 'sensitivity' to test
You would stir up a hornet’s nest,
She will be all about the place
The whining & whimpering ever in trace
Was it that Eve never evolved
from her primitive designs
Or is it that the feminine
is ever towed to the feline?
The flaws & the retracted claws
What is in their mind that like a worm gnaws?
The perpetual squabble among women
Un-ladylike, the emotional overflow
Strung around their neck, like a talisman
to drag you in the monotonous drawl of being in the female Orbit;
Their bickering to bewitch a befuddling statesmen in gambit
You hail them the gentler, the fairer sex,
Sensitive, sensational, qualities that do perplex
Do we see that gentility when a 'damsel goes in distress
Its ever the green-eyed envy, upon the other, the mounting duress
Like the virulent flu they spread;
To sneeze, and wheeze out of breath;
But calmness….would that ever fit in their girth?
The female is the one with her balance tipped
Wise was the one who quipped
“level-headedness is not a lady’s asset
Would she rather tuck her emotions as well
In that corset?”
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