July 15, 2011

Qauintly Able


When did it derive, this muscular mission   
Pure  female-versus competition
In open space or confined tracks
No sweat or blood to hold us back

Hurl a discus, then abuse
As elastic pings the garments loose
With arms as thick as her opponent's thigh
Null mercy deemed in this tiring vie

No making of man, without woman to guide
Predispositions for now, set aside
Pheromones, left alone's, that female fix
Comes charging the veins as the battle conflicts

Still adore sweet aromas, and weep from the heart
Have mood swings, enchantment, down to a fine art
We trust soul survival, and mother-of-pearl
And watch as the coral flag starts to unfurl

More weight on our shoulders yet able to toss
No hesitant thinking, just cutting across.
Take bumpy when smooth roads are closely adjacent
Be half-an-hour late but still feel complacent!

Kids relied on our body clock, and on our breast
These budding athletics all put to the test
Till the world took acceptance and opened it arms
And rebalanced the conquer - less womanly charms

Anything they can do, we can do better....?
Man the supporter and woman the debtor....?
Of course not, we're fish that swim in the same sea.
And tackle the challenge at equal degree.

6 comments:

thingy said...

Oh, I love that last line! Fabulous.

Helen said...

Your Magpie is magnificent!!!!

Tess Kincaid said...

Muscular mission,indeed! Very nice.

Lena said...

Thanks ladies - sorry I didn't have time to visit this week - busy busy, sadly!

Doctor FTSE said...

Very good rhymed poem with a wry conclusion.
(En passant . . I have a "Hot Stuff" chef's hat like Trevor's!)

Aguilar Elliot said...

Nice to hear so much strength from a woman's words.