“THE HUNTERS and THE HUNTED.” a poem a.k.a.: “Yes, Honey.” a.k.a.: “The Baby Business.” for: Monday November 25, 2019
We (guys) get hunted REAL GOOD by “horny gals,”
For: “MEN AREN’T HORNY (Honey);” (The Girls:) “They BECoUMe our horny pals,
Because WE EXCITE THEM & make them our pawns,
So we can get pregnant; so we TURN ON ‘their ONs.’ “
“Women, they are dangerous and (a little?) (bit) sneaky,
Since we guys like to see ’em and take a little peeky.
(Please) You OPEN UP and let us in;
We are captured, tricked within our sin?”
(The Girls:) “Then, we blame YOU for our pregnant tummies,
Saying: YOU DID THIS. You done made us mummies.”
Moral: So, it’s really the men that “get the shaft,”
Not the gals;
IT’S THE GUYS WHO ARE SO DAFT,
‘Cause “We think WE’RE hunting; we’re manipulated,
And, also, by WOMEN ‘universally hated?’
Because, “Come on, Honey,” the girls will say;
“We got you ’round our finger(s) every blessed day.
Down SOUTH, where I touch you; you’re my turtle dove;
YOU CALL; I answer your sweet mating call.
Come lovers. Come on; we’ll all have a ball.