The perfect woman
Doesn’t
fart
Like
a trumpet sounding
But
rather it is released
Like
she’s gently sighing
The
perfect woman
Doesn’t
belch
Out
the word Bulawayo
But
rather releases it
Behind
her hand delicately
The
perfect woman
Doesn’t
sweat
Or
anything like as vulgar
If
they overheat
The
darlings just perspire
The
perfect woman
Doesn’t
swear
Only
shit and maybe bloody
If
they stub their toe
Its
sod it or even buggeration
The
perfect woman
Doesn’t
exist
They
fart and blame the cat
They
belch and blame the food
They
sweat and blame the change
They
swear and blame the man
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